Step back in time
island Elafusa, from the word Elaphos, also deer. Then the Romans dubbed it Brattia, a reference to the island’s goats. Since then, Brac has been ruled by Bosnian kings, Venetians, Austrians and the French.
Islanders fiercely resisted World War II Italian fascist occupation. Villages were burned, villagers shot, imprisoned and interned until liberation in 1944. Croatia gained its independence in 1991.
It’s a steep, picturesque and bendy ascent from Bol towards the island summit. Bol, its 15thcentury Gothic-windowed palace, two renaissance citadels, Dominican monastery and Zlatni Rat retreat below us and little dancing boats fade to dots in the secluded port.
The temperature drops as we gain altitude sharply on this steep side of the island, rising through the coastal Aleppo pines and macchia evergreen shrubland. Vineyards appear, incubators for the island’s plavac mali red grapes – similar to zinfandel.
Swathes of grey-green olive trees cloak the valleys, thanks to the 16th-century Venetians. They decreed that a man could not marry unless he planted 100 olive trees. Severe penalties applied to those damaging trees.
The warmer version of a Mediterranean climate also means Brac produces luscious figs, mandarins, marasca sour cherries and almonds. But this is only thanks to the women of Brac whose backbreaking work cleared the land for agriculture. Those scatterings of rocks are a monument to their labour.
There are also, it must be said, one or two sheep on Brac. Well, about 25,000 to be exact. They look nervous, understandably, for eating them is a Brac passion, from their little noses to their woolly tails.
But it’s the tuna that should be really nervous. The Adriatic’s Atlantic bluefin tuna, the ‘‘diamond of the sea’’, is so desired for its rich and fatty texture, overfishing has massively depleted stocks. Croatia’s tuna is now farm-fattened, ending up as toro – precious fatty raw tuna – on Japanese tables.
We have played king-of-thecastle atop Vidova Gora and now head with Leo to Pucisca, one of Brac’s northern coastal quarry towns where pure white limestone is extracted to fuel the island’s 3000-year-old stonemasonry tradition.
The Romans used this exquisite marble for temples, cities, amphitheatres and palaces all over Dalmatia. The fourth-century emperor Diocletian’s 1700-year-old palace in Split (Danaerys’s throne room in Game of Thrones) is built from Brac stone, as is part of the White House, and a host of historic European buildings.
The stone is still highly prized and we have come to Pucisca to understand the island’s marble story. Pucisca’s harbour is an unearthly blue, throwing into stark contrast the gorgeous palestone buildings that line its wharves.
One among these buildings is The Stonemason School, founded in 1909, which takes 25 students annually for the three-to-four-year courses. Its aim is to pass on the noble art of stonemasonry and entry is competitive.
A fine white dust hangs in the workshop air and the semicompleted urns, windows, fountains, columns and sculptures litter the floor. Some are hammered, sanded and chiselled to intricate forms, all in the almost unearthly alabaster white or yellow sheen of Brac limestone.
Back in Bol, the 15th-century Dominican monastery, with its exquisite gallery and altar painting in the Tintoretto style, is closed. Leo instead takes us to the Branislav Deskovic Fine Arts Gallery. Named after an important contemporary Croatian sculptor, the gallery is housed in a renaissance-baroque building at the port.
The young, knowledgeable curator guides us through one of Croatia’s most significant displays of Croatian modern art. Paintings and sculptures reflect the sense of what it is to be ‘‘Mediterranean, southern and temperamental’’. The collection has Croatian cultural heritage status. It would have been lovely to visit the village of Murvica 5km west of Bol but time is short.
An hour’s uphill hike above Murvica are limestone caves, including Dragon’s Cave, with its carved dragon’s head and other weird forms. When the Ottoman Turks swept into Croatia at the beginning of the 15th century, the monks fled to higher ground, settling in the caves.
We will have to return but for now, the Le Lyrial tender awaits and cocktail hour beckons. Next stop Dubrovnik. Alison Stewart was a guest of Ponant and Emirates.