Clissa

"When you lift your eyes from Salona to the Mosor mountains, which shelter it from the north, they are irresistibly drawn to the fortress-crowned rock and village of Clissa, and you will be well repaid if you proceed thither either on foot or by carriage along the new road, which ascends by easy windings through lovely scenery. As you mount, the fig and pomegranate trees, together with the grey olives, are left behind with the green valley of the Jader and exchanged for the flowers and plants of Central Europe; the wild roses and honeysuckle of our northern clime greet you like old friends, and the air grows fresher and keener. If you were charmed with picturesque Clissa from below, what will you say of the ravishing views on the road which change from minute to minute? Below, the fertile plain and the Adriatic with the islands; above, the stern mountains and Clissa, even more romantic on near approach than when seen from afar, its castle surmounting a pyramidical rock, its white houses built in terraces below which green vineyards slope to the plain (p. 104). The views from the height are very varied, for here is the borderland between the coast whith its luxuriant southern vegetation and the less fertile country of the interior, where the laborious peasants wrest a scanty living from a stony soil (p. 106)".