So, after coming down from the fortress, check in to the hotel, quick shower and back out, into the setting sun. having snapped these earlier, I knew I would enjoy a stroll amongst the locals.
I read somewhere that Berat is the town of a 1,000 windows, I have no intention of counting them, they could be like sheep and I might nod off. Anyways, it is pretty damn obvious that there are at least 3,647 of them.
But first beer........
.....I was sat next to a table of local workmen, grafters, in dusty work-clothes with hardened calloused hands.
They were though very camera shy and not up for being photographed sadly.
On their way home the British worker would enjoy a couple of beers, these guys?
A strong coffee and a glass of water
Lovely wide boulevard led me to a public park where the locals were enjoying the setting sun
I guess when you do not have a garden, a park is your only contact with the natural world
I do find these communist era blocks to have a thing about them, not as brutal as other countries but still evocative of bygone times
Full Circle and a return to my hotel
Yummy scrummy in my tummy