Here is the very house, the cradle, the very bed in which slept, tossed, turned, wept, laughed, conjoined and dreamed the very soul of Croatian renaissance literature. The many fine exhibits, especially the life-size statuary, evoke the thrill that every sensible person experiences when in the presence of immortal greatness.
And who better to present these hallowed treasures than the kindly, helpful amusing docent in whose charge these national treasures have been entrusted. Drzic's saucepan, his pestle, even his embroidered tablecloth. Cunningly she beguiles the visitor with mementos, never tarnishing your visit with shamess commerce in unrelated tourist junk. Who could criticize so dedicated a votary of the Moliere of the Balkans?
So ignore those carping critics who failed to see and enjoy what is here so boldly revealed
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