“Let me pass” – The Narrowest Street in Kotor and a Symbol of Everyday Life

Winding through the stone labyrinth of Kotor’s Old Town, past centuries-old palaces, churches, and shuttered windows, lies a street unlike any other in Montenegro. Barely wide enough for two people to pass each other, it has no official name — but everyone calls it “Pusti me proć”, which translates to “Let me pass.”
This isn’t just the narrowest street in Kotor, it’s one of the most charming anecdotes woven into the fabric of this UNESCO-protected town.

Let me pass – how it all started:

There are no plaques, signs, or map markers — only a whispered name passed down by locals for generations. The name “Pusti me proć” didn’t come from a city planner, but from real life.
Imagine two neighbors trying to squeeze by each other, market baskets in hand, muttering “pusti me proć” with a smile (or a grumble) — and the name stuck.

At its tightest point, the street is only 80 centimeters wide, just enough for a single person to slip through. Yet despite its size, it carries something far greater: a sense of humor, simplicity, and the intimacy of life in old Mediterranean towns.

You’ll find “Pusti me proć” just behind the Church of Saint Nicholas, nestled among the quiet corners of Kotor’s maze-like streets. It doesn’t lead to any grand squares or famous landmarks — but those who discover it always pause to take a photo, smile at the name, and feel just a little closer to the town’s soul.

For locals, it’s more than a curiosity. It’s a reminder of the neighborhood spirit that defines Kotor’s Old Town, where neighbors greet each other from balconies, conversations echo between alleyways, and even the architecture feels personal.

In a world of wide boulevards and fast living, “Pusti me proć” is a symbol of the slower, more straightforward way of life that draws people to Kotor again and again.
It represents how this town, built with stone and filled with stories, preserves not only its history but also its heart.