
The walled old town (picture) is traffic-free. This makes walking around its cosy lanes and squares delightful.
Until the cruise-ship daytrippers arrive, when you pine for the relative tranquillity of the North Circular.

So many of the locals either own or rent cargo trikes like this (picture).

That's because Balkan drivers just park on the pavement anyway (picture).

The bikes tend to be pushed when in the old town, as cycling per se seems to be prohibited too.

It's a stunning ride, and - rarely for mountainous Montenegro - flat.
So I was told. Though if that information is as trustworthy as Podgorica's taxi drivers, you'll need crampons and oxygen.
I would have done it, except the only bikes available for hire in Kotor were those cargo trikes. I could have taken quite a picnic with me, though.