Met this charming Russian lady in Kalemegdan Park the other day. I saw her from a distance, photographing these blossoms with her DSLR. At one point, she put it away and got out her tablet and moved very close to take more photos. I went up to her and asked if she was pleased with the tablet's resolution (most people seem to be). She just looked at me for a moment, and I thought I'd said something wrong. Then she said, "Ya russkaya," whereupon I replied "Ya amerikanerin", and we both laughed and proceeded to have a bilingual conversation as we walked along. There are enough similarities between Serbian and Russian, so this wasn't hard. She told me she was visiting her daughter in town, and that she herself was a florist in her town (forgot where....) And I did understand that she WAS happy with the tablet's resolution!
Recently there were parliamentary elections in Belgrade. Just before, I caught this young man who was doing some sort of advertisement for one of the parties running. He doesn't look too happy, and lots aren't now with the results.
I almost deleted this photo in camera, which is something I know I shouldn't do, and I am glad I didn't. It was taken with the 1000mm zoom on my little Nikon P510 in late evening from across the street. I was standing in front of Hotel Moskva and you can see the reflection of the hotel behind me in the window I photographed. Looks like lights (from a neon sign nearby) were just flowing from the window.
Not the best Skywatch photo, but I'd left today open for a baby photo....my daughter-in-law was to have her baby today, but they rescheduled her C-section more toward the real due date, and the baby will make its appearance on.....April 1st, no joke.
In the meantime, here are some gnarly branches that, if you are a long-time reader of my blog, you might recall seeing the likes of way back here.
When I saw this Serbian Orthodox priest walking arm-in-arm with this young woman (not too obvious from this photo), I had to remind myself that Eastern Orthodox priests may be married, if they are married before they're ordained.
I liked the juxtaposition of the heart on the blood donation truck behind them...
"L’homme n’est qu’un roseau, le plus faible de la nature ; mais c’est un roseau pensant," said Blaise Pascal. (Man is but a reed, the weakest of nature's creations, but he is a reed that thinks) By this Pascal meant that man can transcend his weaknesses.
Be that as it may, these reeds stand tall amidst a reflection in the Sava River here in Belgrade.
There's a military museum in Kalemegdan Park, and though I've walked past the tanks on display many times, it struck me that this one is (or closely resembles) Lieutenant Gruber's 'little tank', from the very popular British series Allo, Allo!", which ran from 1982 to 1992.
This is the Roman Well in Kalemegdan Park that I showed you before, with a lock inscribed with Buby and Beby's names, whoever they may be.
Sorry to say that the lock has been removed, the door repainted, and the inside corridors fixed up for tourists.
First sprucing up in seven years.
I have also found out that contrary to its nickname of Roman Well, it was actually built between 1717 and 1731 by the Austrians who ruled Belgrade at that time. The confusion came when the Serbian rebels, who took back Kalemegdan fortress from the Ottomans in the 19th century, believed mistakenly that all constructions dated back to Roman times.
To top things off, it's not really a well at all, but rather a cistern. The water within does not come from an underground spring, but is simply stored there.
It looks fat and chubby here, but that's thanks to my fisheye lens.
No, it's not 'finally' because I took a photo of part of the bridge that I've shown you many times before, but 'finally' because I finally found a spot to show all six of the New Belgrade high-rises (sort of; they were built in the mid-sixties) known as The Six Corporals, because many of the first families to live there were military ones.
It was a 14-hour bus ride back to Belgrade from Krakow. Impossible to sleep well; just doze. The very early morning light yielded this photo from somewhere in Vojvodina, a large, flat autonomous province of Serbia.
A literal reflection in the window of this bar whose name is "Kafana SFRJ", which stands for the Social Federal Republic of Yugoslavia," which has split into several countries from Yugoslavia's former republics.(A kafana is like a restaurant, usually with home-cooked food, nothing fancy.)
It's also a figurative reflection of times past. You can see a bust of former President of Yugoslavia, Josip Broz Tito. A feeling of Yugonostalgia is alive and well here, since reforms have only led the country into an economic crisis, and the days of gentler living are nearly gone. (Remember, Yugoslavia was always an unaligned country not a Soviet Bloc one.)
Funny how often a disappointment turns out to be something good. The other night I was to meet friends at what I thought would be an offbeat bar/restaurant, but simply said, it turned out to be a dump.... And so we moved down the street to Mikser House, unique creative space fusing a designers’ shop, restaurant/bar, and a space for exhibitions, talks, workshops, parties,
festivals and other creative activities. Since it opened in 2012, it
has become a hotspot of creative and cultural activities and has helped revive the area of Belgrade known as Savamala.
We stumbled upon a dance club, who apparently rent the space every Tuesday night. Classic dancing, tango, waltz, etc. We enjoyed ourselves more than we had in a long time, just watching everyone.
At these delicious cabbage rolls at my friend's place the other day. Winter is drawing to an end, and so is her homemade supply of sour cabbage. These cabbage rolls are called sarma here, and are filled usually with a mixture of seasoned ground meat and rice. That's sour cream, a hot pepper, and horseradish that you see on the plate, too.