Solin (Latin and Italian: Salona, Ancient Greek: Σαλώνα) is a town in Dalmatia, Croatia. It is situated right northeast of Split, on the Adriatic Sea and the river Jadro.
Solin developed on the location of ancient city of Salona which was the capital of the Roman province of Dalmatia and the birthplace of Emperor Diocletian. After the arrival of Avars and Croats in the 7th-century town was destroyed, and its refugees moved to settlement in and around Diocletian's palace, "Spalatum" (Split), turning it into a fortified town. In the Early Middle Ages Solin was part of the Croatian territory and played an important role in Medieval Croatian state, being one of capital cities.
In the 20th century intensive industrialisation process of the Split basin made Solin no more than a suburb of Split. Today, with its independent municipal status, Solin is part of the Split conurbation, well connected with other towns. Besides industry, a tourism is being developed lately based on numerous archaeological sites and Solin's distinctive image that comes from many urban parks along the Jadro.
The Solin is a 31.3-kilometre (19.4 mi) long river in the Loiret département, north-central France. Its source is at Le Moulinet-sur-Solin, 2 kilometres (1.2 mi) south of the village. It flows generally north-northeast. It is a left tributary of the Loing, into which it flows at Châlette-sur-Loing.
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Solin may refer to:
Green gardens, cold Montreal
Crooked pictures that hang in the hall
It's the golden day, golden day, gold, you recall on cue
Oooh, it's old news.
When the world revolved around you, yeah
Faculty members agreed to a certain degree
And the girl that followed the rules, yeah
Looked good on paper, but lacked a central theme
The coffee could use more cream
Friends blow away, blow away, blow like a cloud
Kids go away, go away, go, it's allowed
And all of the days spent close to your crowd were few
To the girl that followed the rules, yeah
It looked good on paper, and gave it a college try
Now the ink and her humour is dry
Friends blow away, blow away, blow like a cloud
Kids go away, go away, go, it's allowed
And all of the days spent close to her crowd are through
Oooh, it's the truth