Dubrovnik is known for being one of the most beautiful fortified cities worldwide. It has a splendid array of architectural wonders such as fortress towers, wide fortified ramparts which circumnavigate the walled city at varying heights and joined by bridges and intricate mazes of staircases, tunnels and portico landings. Within the massive 13th century walls lies the Old Town with its sun-kissed, red-ochre coloured clay tiled roofs, copper domes of the churches, narrow mazes of cobbled streets, open squares and a myriad of ancient stone triple-storey rows of attached houses, flats, restaurants and boutique hotels.
After buying entrance tickets we entered the Old City, passed the 15th century Onofrio Fountain which still flows with fresh water today. Tourists and locals were filling their drink bottles as we climbed our first of many stone staircases to begin our walk around the perimeter of the city.
The walk was pleasant because of the breeze from the sea, we could
look out across the sea or down over the terracotta roofs for "miles" it seemed. Sometimes the wall walk was wide and at other parts it narrowed and became a sinless or dual walkway.
There were not a great masses of tourists as it was only 9.30 am but later in the day we knew that thousands would lock to walk the walls but by then we would be roaming the narrow streets and lanes within the city, or drinking coffee at an outdoor cafe.
We often stopped just to do a 360 vista view and kept being amazed at the colours of the tiles, the tall church spires or domes and we loved looking down over the wall at the waves splashing on the foundation stones or at tourists walking another path high up on the wall.
Sometimes we walked through arched corridors on the wall or were able to look down into back gardens. I even spot a few cats, some lying in the mid-morning sun. We noticed some damaged sections of parts of some buildings, yet to be restored , saw 
women hanging out their washing and as we passed I said "G'day!" and got a funny smile. At a corner point we stopped to watch some canoeist paddling around the foundation base of the sea wall on their way around a nearby island. They looked like they were working hard against the wind and outgoing tide but later they passed us as they entered the harbour front , their final rest spot.