When I’m at the seaside in fall or winter, the thought that I’m looking at the very same sea that I swim in in summer never ceases to puzzle me. It looks so alive and then, with all people gone, it begins to speak of vast emptiness, as if everything underwater is hibernating too. Colder temperatures, wind and vacant streets on Friday evenings don’t quite match the image of Crikvenica in summer either. The curse of small coastal towns that only seem to exist during high season.


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