I took this shot only a few weeks ago, but now with our colder weather I'm sure the owner has taken in the flowers....and probably so has the person across the street, whose flowers you can also see.
A sliver of a moon over the Belgrade Sports Arena, soon to be the site of another Davis Cup.
It's definitely wintry out now; cold, sleet, rain, and a teeny bit of snow. Do you like these hats? This shop has been around (and has not changed) since I arrived in Belgrade 33+ years ago. Of course these are newer hats, but their style remains the same.
Well, how cool is that? A Theme Day and an ABC Wednesday that really line up.
Watch the birdie! Can you even see the birdie? This little sparrow, the symbol of Belgrade, is pretty hard to see, perched on this nearly leafless bush while soaking up some of the last rays of warmer sunshine for a while, I think.
Had to dig through my archives to get a bridge photo for you today. This photo was taken a few years ago and it shows some makeshift houses that stood under Gazela, one of the bridges across the Sava River in Belgrade. The gypsies who lived in these homes were joined at one point by Serbian refugees from Kosovo, who had nowhere to go. The settlement expanded literally to the bursting point, and measures were taken, some claim unsatisfactory ones, to resettle these people, since unsanitary conditions posed a major health threat. You can read about the plight of the gypsies in particular in Europe and in Belgrade right here.
Three cellos (and their friend the piano) patiently waiting to be played! Note: Leif said they may be basses...since I don't know much about musical instruments either, he may be right!
Like with the ranks of the military personnel I posted on Monday, I am not good at naming aircraft. All I know is that this airplane is old (duh..) and that it stands in front of the Belgrade Aviation Academy. I think it is probably yearning to make a streak in the sky like the one above, but alas....it's forever grounded.
Near where I live there's a dog groomer who works late at night in the basement in an apartment building. He may work in the daytime, too, but I never pass that way then. He's got a jazzy salon and a fluffy clientele. I love to peek through the window at them.....and sneak a photo....
This old man, walking along hands in his pockets, was deeply absorbed in thought, and I wonder if he appreciated the warm sunlight and the beautiful sky. Life isn't easy for old people just about anywhere, and pensions are shrinking....I have always wanted to dine at Paris's lavish restaurant Le Train Bleu, in the Gare de Lyon. Yesterday I did, and it was fabulous.
