The old world charm was oozing out of the place and the design of the place - all on a hill with a wide promenades and narrow, curved streets leading off left an right captured our imaginations.

It was cute and quaint with buildings that were in a wonderful state of preservation — and some were undergoing restoration. I recall with warmth the friendliness of the art gallery owners and how proud the locals were — and who wouldn’t be with such magnificent Venetian facades lying across from your doorway.

The whole place had me in raptures and I wanted to capture it all on film, but instead chose to shut my eyes against the wind and imagine myself living back in the day of horse-drawn carriages and silk gowns. The main church was one of the buildings being restored at the time, and so we were unable to see it properly. Which is a good thing because Korcula is now in my heart and I’ve gotten the idea that I really must go back there and explore the streets some more — and hope for weather that is a little less windy!

Yes, the wind was really blowing that night and we were exhausted from all of that wine tasting (please see my blog, "Peljesac Peninsula Wine Trail: Ah, the beauty, ah, such flavour! “) … so we really could not do that visit to the town justice, even though we managed to circumnavigate it twice! Korcula is a must-see when you are in harbour… and I recall that the yachts look so tranquil in the morning, after the wind had died down and the sun was shining onto the polished brass fittings!

By Victoria Hamilton Boz