Impressions of Belgrade and Serbia and maybe photos from an in-country trip by a long-term ex-pat.
This kind of scene will never go away. Sad, but (shame on me) one wonders how honest some street people are. But I often give something.
As a kid, I was a Wheaties, Shredded Wheat, Rice Crispies, and Sugar Pops kid. Later, in France I morphed into a croissant/beurre/confiture...