Cracking evening along the main drag of Ljubljana. There was a fashion show on the opposite bank which may account for the high percentage of fit girls promenadeing up and down the street.
Our roomies, Ruth, Jesse and Lauren had some difficulty explaining to Micha, a Spanish girl, what Morris men are. In french :-)
Found there was a farmers market in the morning so Gertrude was in her element. Only low point was that someone has skinned part of her.
Had another morning of Dominics mountain skills to avoid the Slovenian motorways.
Border crossing went smoothly with a very deadpan gun toteing lady seeing us through. So here we are in Croatia with Split in our sights. Huzzah.