Evening in Perast.
Oil on canvas.
75x50
2022

Based on the sketch back in 2015.
There was quite a story of that evening.

That day I spent in Perast, a calm and tiny likable place, actually a village. I wandered along the water's edge, read something on a tablet, took some panoramic photos, drew sketches of surroundings, talked to the owner of a trip boat, had dinner in a cute cafe...Truly, it was such a relaxing and slow-motion day for me, even more, totally rejuvenating, so I ended up missing the last bus to Kotor, where I lived. Desperately, I tried calling the bus station. No answer. The hope to catch a really last bus perished. Additionally, it was a rather long way to return on foot, so I got nervous. In fact, I was.
It came to me in a flash. Hitch-hiking. Well, I was not used to it, though I did it together with friends a couple of times before. Meanwhile, I found myself standing next to the motorway and asking "to do or not to do". Consequently, I came to an amenable decision: if I got the Sign, I would try hitch-hiking. Surprisingly, I got it in a minute or two. A car stopped close to me. A smartly dressed middle-aged woman stepped out of the car and started taking photos of the magnificent views of Perast. I knew that was it.
As a result, I got acquainted with a friendly travelling couple from Graz, Austria. At parting, I presented them with a matryoshka and felt proud of myself.
Genuinely, it was both the most relaxing and adventurous day of my vacation.
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