September 2019 feels like a century ago. The mechanisms of how our memory functions has always been quite a mysterious fascination and I am curious about how everyone is reviewing their lives this time last year. Back then, I had no idea what was in store for us in six months. For us it, it was the last month that we could capture a stunning summer from Europe’s Balkan coasts and arriving in Opatija on a landmark birthday felt like the beginning of an incredible memory. The weeks before were spent devouring gloriously fresh seafood by turquoise Adriatic waters, swimming in caves, photographing dolphins in the wild and sailing, and we saw in Opatija a moment of cool respite in a more upmarket setting. It was so different to Rovinj and Pula – both sensual throwbacks to Roman and Venetian glory days. Here in Opatija it was back to the Austro-Hungary touches that we first saw in Zagreb, but somehow made more flamboyant and luxurious given its seaside ambience. We didn’t stay long enough to know it, but the little we saw, we cherished.