Saturday, February 13, 2016


The kafana (a bit like a French brasserie) Zora, which means 'dawn', was once a place where university students gathered for a good, inexpensive meal.

Zora, like so many other Belgrade landmarks, has slipped into oblivion, and only its name remains....a pale imitation of its former self.

See other reflections on James' WEEKEND REFLECTIONS.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

"Close me. Thank you."

But no one did.....  Should have written, "Pretty-please."

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

ABC WEDNESDAY--"E" is for "Eat me" or....ewwww.....

There's a place in Belgrade's Bohemian quarter, Skadarlija, that has been around for years.  For many years, they baked the best bread and sold various cheese-type spreads to make sandwiches with the bread.  Yum.

They also made goulash, served in the fashion you see above. They still make it.....but I stopped in around 10 a.m. after my dog walk, just starving. Ordered one.  It was really good, but the beef was nowhere to be found....there were sliced kidneys....which I don't mind; ate it all.  The sign said 'goulash', to be fair, but no mention of kidneys....

See other Es on Mrs. Nesbitt's ABC WEDNESDAY.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Two ladies and a dog

Two and a half men yesterday, now two ladies with a dog. Sorry for the blur.  Had my 11-16 with me, and they were across the street, so this is a big crop.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Two and a half men

From the sit-com comes the title. This is another hip shot of mine, not unnoticed.... I'm sorry I couldn't get all three of these men in. I should have just been bold and asked for a photo (in exchange for a beer for them).  When I do that, though, people often strike strange, frozen poses.

In any case, what caught my eye was their natural poses.  There's some trace of elegance in them; hands folded just so, legs crossed....

Sunday, February 7, 2016


This wrought-iron balcony on Gavrilo Princip Street appears to be stretching.....

See other shadows on SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY.

Saturday, February 6, 2016


Some lovely golden feathers (cloth ones) in a window reflecting an old Belgrade building.

See other reflections on James' WEEKEND REFLECTIONS.