I parked across the road from this relatively big building with a cafe bar on the ground floor.
I stopped mostly because I noticed this elegant old timer.
I don't know what kind of car is this, but it looks pretty old and like a rare encounter on the contemporary roads.
While I was photographing, a man entered the bar and ended up in this post.
Here you can take a look at the old town at the top of the hill. The photograph was taken from the parking lot in front of the bar.
I took two more shots from there ...
... and then ...
... I drove away. This photograph was taken a kilometer or two further.
_Some work was going on in one of the vineyards just outside the town.
AND THAT'S IT. AS ALWAYS IN THESE POSTS ON HIVE, THE PHOTOGRAPHS ARE MY WORK - THE END._
A week ago, while driving to the woods in the northern part of Istra, I stopped on the outskirts of a small town that goes by the name Motovun. I spent only half an hour there. In this post, you can see what I photographed on that quick stop, before continuing northwards.