#malacological

Malacological Museum - founded by Fra Jure Radic in 1963, this magnificent display of snails and shellfish of the Adriatic and the whole world is today the best-known malacological collection in Croatia. Besides the Fra Jure Radic malacological collection, the museum also has a fine herbarium of Biokovo plants, and a small local palaeontological collection.

The Malacological Museum in Makarska displays the shells of sea moluscs. This museum resulted from the systematic and self-sacrificing work of the theologian and natural scientist Fra Jure Radic and the support and cooperation of many people, scholars, museum workers, collectors, and especially his faithful colleague Fra Franjo Carev.

They worked under the slogan: "By the People - To the People - For the People". The museum was opened to the public on 30th April 1963 in the old part of the Franciscan Monastery, which is under protection as a cultural monument. 

Over 3,000 shells include not only those from the Adriatic, but also many species from tropical and subtropical seas, in color, and shape the most magnificent collection of all shells.

Contact info:

Address

Franjevački put 1, 21300, Makarska, Croatia

Phone

: +385 21 611 256

Working hours:

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Send  ☄ to challenge my Muse to a fight!

                                      Meme! ↝ Accepting!

                 🛀 YOUR MUSE RUNNING A BUBBLE BATH FOR MINE

⌜🎸⌟ ⋯ Placing himself in a sitting position on the sink counter, he watches her fill up a bath. He isn’t going to lie, whatever frilly bubbly junk she was putting in there smelled great. But instead of voicing it, he just smirks at her. “So, what’re you tryin’ to say? I smell bad?” 

S) (ould I bring one oar two swordfis) (? Glub.