Salona

"To appreciate Salona you must go there in thr proper spirit [...], you must go prepered to dismiss your carriage, if you have driven from Spalato, and spend half a day at least dreaming among the ruins. You can go back in the train, if you will, in the late evening, and if your visit should be in the month of May or June, the spell of Salona will grow upon you as the twilight deepens; you will hear the nightingales pouring out a flood of melody into the silence, and maybe you will see fireflies flitting among the ruins. The superstitious natives fear Salona by night. They believe that the ghosts of the old Romans walk among the tombs (pp. 94-95).

All this strange scene of destruction and desolation is framed in by the sweetest, most smiling landscape: hills on one side, the blue waters of the Gulf of Salona sparkling in the sunshine at a little distance on the other. Wild flowers bloom among the tombs, vineyards and malberry groves are round about. Dark-eyed, dark-haired peasant children play among the ruins, or search diligently for the oft-found coins and broken bits of Roman glass and crockery which they sell readily to strangers as mementos of Salona (pp. 101-102)”.