How's this for red? You may remember my other post from last October, which was also a dentist's dream. I think these are even stickier.
In the background on the hill stands the newly-constructed Avala Tower that was leveled during the NATO bombing of Serbia in 1999. If you want a little souvenir of it, you can buy one of these.
It was just above freezing late the other night when I walked with my friend downtown. We passed this elderly man selling flowers and couldn't resist. She bought one of his fresh bouquets and I bought a dried arrangement. 
"Xerasia" is defined as a 'condition of the hair characterized by dryness and brittleness.'
Former president of Yugoslavia Jospi Broz Tito keeps a close eye on this electrician climbing his ladder to change a light bulb.
Merry Christmas to many of you. My little traveling companion, Radovan, picked some words from my mixed-up assortment of Magnetic Poetry to make a message for today. Enjoy the moment. Must say that I bought the arrangement in the basket from a lady on the market whose son is now making them...he lost his job as an electrical engineer, and jobs are scarce...
On the street Bibi and I discovered these red ornaments and are sending our photo to you.
Misty sky over the Modern Art Museum in New Belgrade, seen from Kalemegdan Park.
I'm always amused by creative bathroom signs, and these figures on port-a-potties on Belgrade's Republic Square to accomodate New Year's crowds caught my eye. If you click on this link, you'll find two other amusing signs.
Women workers....and winter, too. Those are my W's. This photo was actually taken last year, but it reminds me of a scene that was common when I first came here 35 years ago when you saw lots of field work by hand and horse, and few machines and tractors.
In an earlier post, I showed you some snow globes, one of which contained a tiny version of these pinnacles at Djavolja Varoš (DJAH vole-yuh VAH-rush) or "Devil's Town" in Southern Serbia. I have visited this place twice, and am looking forward to returning. It's hard to tell the scale here, but the 'towers' are anywhere from 6-30 feet tall.
While walking Bibi downtown the other day, I ran into this sweet man who was walking his bunny.
There's always a bridge to be found if one looks hard enough. Here is a piece of playground equipment that I'd overlooked before...a bridge, but I guess not really just for kids. I went up to see if I could get a shot of something.
These reflective walls are located in Tasmajdan Park downtown....they can throw you off a bit if you're not careful, or if you are a dog. Bibi barked and chased herself for a minute before she realized what was going on.... and that bird on the right looks like it may have had a close call, too.
December sky it was, though it may look more like a warm summer evening.
Times are hard, and some people can't get by with just one job. This tie shop that I showed you couple of years back is now also an exchange office!
There are some days when I can do hip shots and not be seen, and others where I'm certain I might have been seen. I was far away from these ladies and this is a cropped photo taken with a wide angle, so I'm not sure they're really looking at me...or maybe they are. But how about that guy and the lady in the background? I think they may be looking at these fashionably dressed ladies...
I'm always looking for open doorways that lead into courtyards and unexpected finds. I like the colors on this laundry. For those of you who may not know, the 'sheet' in the middle with a diamond shape cut out is a quilt cover...just push the quilt through and adjust!
Parking spaces are precious in a big city, and although it's not permitted to park on 'green areas', some do... This space is far from green, but it's been staked out and locked up. Who's got the key?
It's this same bridge again, but from a different angle down Pariska Street. On the left you see part of the French Embassy, and the aqua roof belongs to the Austrian Embassy. The spires of the new bridge are so large, it's hard to escape them.
Holiday time is approaching, as is obvious from the little Santa ball and the manger scene behind it. Also visible is the new Avala Tower that replaced the one destroyed during the 1999 NATO bombing of Serbia, Saint Sava's cathedral, and the stone formations at Djavolja Varos in southern Serbia, a place I've been to, but haven't posted photos...I will.
While waiting for my friend the other night, I snapped this photo of some clouds, which remind me very much of these clouds that I photographed in my friend's home town of New York City two years ago.
And here you thought the entrance to the Underworld existed only in mythology; the departed descend to meet Charon, who is waiting down there to ferry them across the Styx.
...is still a potato.... I was excited a few days ago to hear from Jelena, author of Food for Thought, a mouth-watering food blog in English and Serbian, that they're now selling sweet potatoes/yams in local markets! Off I set in hot pursuit...found the potatoes in the photo at a local supermarket. They're called batati and are grown here. They look like sweet potatoes, but....they're not. Even though their form is almost identical and their skin a bit reddish, they're a type of white potato that is sweeter in taste than a regular potato.
...of fame and fortune, or simply dreaming? This young boy was playing along with two of his friends on Belgrade's pedestrian street, Knez Mihailova.
Short of a Belgrade bridge this week, so here is a view from a bridge of St. Vitus' Cathedral in Prague, where I was in early November for a wedding.
American comedian Groucho Marx (1895-1977) once said, "Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
...or maybe it's "Mo" in this photo, since the "Om", the sacred/mystical symbol in Indian religions, appears backwards in this photo taken through my kitchen window...foggy sky with a rosy tint.Hot and dry. Leaves on the ground crunch when you walk through them and it seems the green ones are hanging on for dear life.
