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Arriving in Kotor two days ago, I met a rather strange woman at the busstation who constantly followed me, wanting me to accomondate at her place. She was extremely old and all dressed in black - looking a little bit like my images of the witch in the Little Red Riding Hood. I didn't get much of her very fast talk, but after long considerations and her constantly saying Stari Grad, Moda, Stari Grad, I and a Belgien guy chose to go with her. We came to a small apartment near the cathedral, where she immidiately started serving us coffee and once again saying moda moda. I had assumed it ment modern, but her place was far from that. The toilet was in a terrible condition, and on the one wall of the living room hang a poster, - a coca cola calendar from 1988. Everything seemed like entering a very old place that had looked the same for decades, a museum. Nice, but definatly not modern. We jointly decided to go out discovering the place, mostly because we needed to get our thoughts together about this very interesting old woman.

We went for a lunch and got to know each other a little better. He had come to Montenegro to hike in the mountains and to take pictures of the view. After a nice relaxing lunch and some funny talks about our host, we parted, he for the castle-hill and me for a search of a bookshop in the silly hope that they might have the new Harry Potter book, which I would love to make my travelpartner through Albania. But it does not exist in Montenegro, which I already knew, I believe. So I walked the streets a little more and finally after viewing the town I sad outside the house of my host on a café, to write a little and wait for my new Belgian room mate. It was a nice sunny day and even though I couldn't get my important daily bijela kava, because of no water in the center I fully enjoyed just following the example of the locals and relax in the shade.

When I rejoined with the Belgian guy, we went to check out what was happening outside the cathedral, where a large podie had been sat up. With a MB Pivo in place at a nearby-café, we watch our first live fashion show and I finally realized that moda did not mean modern, but fashion.

We had a great time watching the show, talking and I discovered more about this really interesting guy. He had started a project some years ago. A small text on a homepage about peace in the world and about what would happen if all the radiostations in the world played at the same time, the same song. He had chosen a John Lennon song to recommend, unfortunately I don't remember the particular, but I kind of like the idea. Even though, which he himself also knew, it is something close to mission imposible, it is a beautiful thought and for that I would like to give him credit.

The fashion show continued and I was amazed, not by the manequins or clothes, but the way the cathedral was lightened up in several different neon colours. Many times when I turn my head the cathedral had changed colour again... pink, green, violet, yellow, blue... After the moda we decided to quit it for the night and went home to our host and our beds.

I had never imagined that my first and probably last real fashion show would happen in Montenegro, in Kotor, this sleepy little town.

The following day I spent mainly relaxing, sleeping and sitting at the harbor... just what I needed!

Anna

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