Open is what this window is, and while I was driving (I stopped briefly, much to the consternation of the hurried driver behind me, but hey, it's for my blog) and snapped this photo of a disembodied arm with its dimpled elbow.
Filip Višnjić (VEE-shnyeech) was a popular Bosnian Serb poet and gusle player, known by some as the "Serbian Homer," both because he was blind and for his poetic gift. Last Sunday my son took me for lunch 'abroad,' i.e. in Bijeljina (BEE-yell-yeen-ya) Republika Srpska, the Serbian section of Bosnia-Herzegovina, which lies only 1 1/2 hours from Belgrade. In this town, also incorporated on the town's coat of arms and on one of the country's banknotes, stands this statue of Filip Višnjić. He was a lyric poet, who accompanied his ballads on a gusle. If you go to Youtube and type in gusle, you will hear some samples of contemporary songs/poems accompanied by this instrument.
Two fellows share a look through a telescope to see New Belgrade from Kalemegdan Park.
Four for the price of one to join in Louis La Vache's BRIDGES meme today. These are walkways to some of Belgrade's floating restaurants along the Sava River.
This is for James's Reflections Weekend, and I' hope you'll pop over there to see what others have posted. Here I am fiddling with the HDR program I was sent by my fellow Belgrade blogger,Vlada, who posted a similar one a few days ago. I truly think we must have taken the photos within hours of each other, although it's not the same boat..... (see his photo.)
This one makes you squint, doesn't it? This is a sight that greets me on a late winter's morning when I leave for work, aargh. Now it's pleasantly sunny when I leave, hurrah.
This is a mystery post, for try as I might, I cannot find out what this wall represents. The faces are carved on the ends of wooden beams. No sign on it, and Googling all sorts of combinations yielded no results. I can only hope one of my readers, Knez, is reading this and can help! He seems good at finding things out, so if you're there, Knez, what is this? In any case, this wall/monument stands at one end of a park at the intersection of two main thoroughfares, not far from Tito's Tomb. Most likely it is to those who died in one of Yugoslavia's many wars, but which one exactly, I do not know.
The store you see, open round-the-clock, is a 'Sarajevo Burek' place where you can buy yummy burek all day and all night. The burek you see when you click on the link isn't the Sarajevo kind, which is similar, but rolled and not baked in a round pan.
Almost looks like a French cafe scene, n'est-ce pas? Except now you can't smoke in French cafes, I think. There's been a law passed here (not sure when it goes into effect) that a percentage of restaurants have to have a non-smoking section, hurrah. However, like most laws here, unless someone complains about the smoke, people just light up. Caught this lady in the act on Saturday after my SlowArt Walk afternoon downtown in a popular pizzeria, whose name I will not mention, but should, and not because of the smoke. We all sat down at 1:00 and our food did not arrive until over an hour later!!! Anyway, I got a photo worth taking, but won't return to that restaurant.
Well, not really, of course, but Vincent might have felt at home here with all these sunflowers. Caught this shot on Saturday while walking from one museum to the next while participating in SlowArt Day. As you can see, I found my own serendipitous art.
It's a drawbridge! Once upon a time there was water under it that was used to supply the city, but that was long ago. The gate you see is part of the Kalemegdan Fortress, and is known as the Zindan Gate, built in the mid-15th century.Well, no, not really, but this woman waiting for cell phone help reminded me of warriors of the North.
