cent views 



The Days of a Man 1913 



lost, I walked the broad and deserted streets until the 

 appointed time. Even then the drive down to Cattaro 

 chilled me to the bone, but the backward sunrise view 

 across Cettinje from the mountain pass above Njegus 

 was enchanting, and there are few finer outlooks in 

 the Mediterranean than that over the winding fjord 

 of Cattaro as disclosed from the boundary ridge, a 

 spur of lofty Lovcen between Njegus and the sea. 



Along the road I found an abundance of a small 

 snail, one of the Pupidcs, each hanging like a chrysalis 

 on the rocks. These I carried back to Eric as treasure 

 trove. 



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