Impressions of Belgrade and Serbia and maybe photos from an in-country trip by a long-term ex-pat.
Goodness. I saw these 98 percent new shoes on a trash receptacle downstairs. Only the soles looked like they had been used, but very little. No laces, but no scuffs either. Someone placed them there, I imagine, for a needy person.
This empty field across the street from me is a far cry from an art gallery. Nevertheless, my dog and I discovered a framed (albeit a damag...