A glance hidden behind a massive tree. In the sound of stone. In a joke and a song, born on the street, in a game, on rooftops with birds. Centuries ago, everything tells its own tale. Stone, a chisel, glass. Wherever you go, it calls your name. Created in sweat, torment, effort, existence; experience Zadar.
Feel it with all your senses; participate in its story, believe its word, song which glorifies it, beauty which mourns over it, felicity into which it immerses, sea on which it sails, lust of wind which caresses it. Like a child who hopes.
Take your entertainment seriously.