We spent the morning just relaxing on the patio in between my doing a load of laundry in her washer. It took forever as the cycle she had put it on must have been an extra long one. What a luxury having clothes cleaned with laundry detergent and in a washer and not just washed with hand soap in a bathroom sink. Oh, the things you take for granted when you travel. Another one is having a toilet seat as opposed to sitting one’s derriere directly on the cold porcelain!
I mentioned in my last post about Berat that there is a lot of construction going on in the central area. This was the temporary path used to get into town fastest; great as long as you didn't fall and hurt yourself, that is!
We walked along the waterfont for a while looking at the great views of the marvelous Ottoman homes on the hill that Berat is so well known for.
A view of the area on the other side of the Osum River.
Unfortuantely, as good as the English-language signs were elsewhere in Berat, there was no indication who this statue was of.
The UNESCO plaque:
The 19th century Bachelor’s Mosque was just opposite the river and was built for unmarried store clerks and some craftsmen. We couldn’t enter it then because we had just heard the call to prayer.
Photos of the Bachelors' Mosque:
Sure glad we had pretty sturdy shoes on as the climb was, once again, pretty steep. Once we got all the way up, guess what – the church too was closed.
We had some difficulty finding the church but we had assistance from this local woman who motioned us to follow her. We knew we were getting close when she made an Orthodox sign of the cross upon passing by the side of the church just ahead from here.
We next found the little Church of St. Thomas located next to the river. An older, local man stopped us there and said, in his quote passable English, there were some gorgeous panoramic views ‘just ahead’ he wanted to show us.
Of course, just ahead ended up being a ten to fifteen walk along more sweet passageways with our ‘guide’ pointing out the specific architecture unique to Berat.
Our 'guide' mentioned that, when it rains, this narrow area betweeen two buildings becomes essentially a river with the water gushing downhill.
He was so proud of this style of architecture that I took him to mean was unique to the Berat region. He was adamant that I take photos of this and the views from his panoramic spot. I had nothing to lose and it made him happy.
An unusual looking door knocker:
He was certainly right that the views were stunning from the Gorica side of the river.