That's what this sign promoting campaign to do just that says, from recycling to fines for littering. However, it should be subtitled "Plan Ahead," since those who hung the vinyl/nylon sign neglected to notice they were covering up someone's window.... It looks like the tenant found a solution, though.
Kosančićev Venac (KOE-sahn-chee-chev VAY-nahts), with its cobblestone streets, is practically the oldest section of Belgrade outside the walls of the Kalemegdan fortress. From this point the new Serbian town, as opposed to the old Turkish one in the fortress, began expanding in the 1830s along the right bank of the Sava River. In 1971, Kosančićev Venac was officially named a cultural monument because it is the oldest Serbian settlement and the first developed administrative, cultural, spiritual and economic center of the city.
A side trip to the charming village of Maradik, not far from Belgrade, yielded this photo taken in a restored farmhouse/museum. Note the walls that have been decorated with a rubber roller dipped in paint and just rolled over the walls.
This fraction of a moon looked so pretty in the sky in real life, but turned out not so well when I uploaded it. I was about to delete it after I'd finished adjusting the brightness to sort of normal, but Picture Perfect (Nikon's software) had a mind of its own, and kept darkening....and this is the result.
Did you find the second one? Both faces are quietly contemplating the street below. My guess is that the elderly lady on the balcony has lived in this building a long time, perhaps she was born and raised there. Though the building's facade is in dire need of repair, at least someone has installed air conditioning for her, which she has undoubtedly appreciated during Belgrade's hot, hot summers over the past few years.
I've been kicking these round, green, brainlike fruits around the yard for quite some time, without knowing what they are. Bibi chases them, but her mouth is too small to pick them up. So I Googled "round, green, brainlike fruit" and found out they are hedgeapples, just in time for ABC Wednesday's H. How about that?!
I did play with my food again, just as I did last October, but this time I had the patience to wait until I was all done with it. Here on my plate is an artistic arrangement of the remains of some small, fried fish called girice (GEEr-eet-say) that I enjoyed in typical American style with a glass of Coke. I looked up girice on the Internet, and they seem to be called picarel, or whitebait smelts. Google those words under 'images' and you'll see. Whatever they're called, they're good.
Yesterday I treated you to a bright yellow wall and window, Mexican style, and now we have here a display that reminds me of windows/walls I have seen on back streets of some Italian cities I've visited. Once again, these windows come to you courtesy of Belgrade's adjacent municipality of Zemun.
Yes, this really is Belgrade, and not another photo from my California trip this summer. This cheery lemon-colored wall I found in Zemun, one of Belgrade's adjacent municipalities. Nice, healthy-looking cacti, too!
I liked this bright yellow bus and the blue sky with the little white cloud floating above.
