The town bore many emblems of a proud past, when its fearsome two-headed birds terrorized the Adriatic.
The shopping in modern Rab was not terribly exciting -- for some reason, the local shops were heavily stocked with quasi-obscene, fully obnoxious English-language T-shirts that were hopefully only vaguely understood by their purchasers.
However, Miles scored a find with his first-ever belt, which he proudly displayed whenever possible. The store had nothing in Miles' size, of course -- it was not even clear if his size exists. So the shop owner custom-built him one -- and probably had enough belt left over to sell another belt.
We enjoyed a last sunset from St. Mary's Tower, the tallest of the four that form Rab's medieval skyline.
Meanwhile, down below, Xannie kept the peace at dinner while we enjoyed the view.