The marketing wizards behind Montenegro’s tourism campaigns always splash photographs of Sveti Stefan all over their literature. Why shouldn’t they, when the images all but sing luxury, rest and relaxation?
The island resort, a former fishermen’s village of rugged stone houses, crowns a jagged rock jutting out of an azure sea. A thin pedestrian causeway of shining white stone links it to the shore, framed by two symmetrical crescent beaches lined with palms.
