The next stage of the drive took us through and out of the National Park and on to the city of Cetinje, which, for a big city, had a curious absence of helpful road signs and we drove around the same streets several times looking for the main coast road. Cetinje didn’t look especially exciting on a lazy Sunday afternoon, an old-fashioned sort of place with wide, tree-lined boulevards and grand public buildings, many of them fallen into disuse.
Have Bag, Will Travel 