I'm always amazed at the number of statues around town. This one is to the memory of Alexander Pushkin, who appears to have had a great interest in Serbian traditions. That alone, but especially along with his reputation as a great poet, was reason enough to erect this statue in his honor. There's also a street named for him, too!
This dog looked after Bibi and me so forlornly as we passed by him, all locked up in the 'hoosegow.' If you're not familiar with this word, which my grandfather loved to use, check out its meaning right here.
This lady is enjoying breakfast of hot burek that I explained to you on Obama's inauguration day. I couldn't resist snapping her photo quickly; she has the most wonderful face. Later I noticed that there are sort of O's on the bus behind her, too. And maybe the snaps on her jacket count as O's....
Well, I didn't know when I published this photo last June that the 'fountain' I'd shown was really the bare bones of a fountain that had been removed for technical reasons and recently replaced, as you see above. It is called the DNA Fountain, and represents a double helix. The fountain was returned to its original location just off of Republic Square where young science students often meet. And yes, true to its name, the DNA fountain is an exact copy of its predecessor. :)
Definitely not Desperate Housewives, these ladies. This wall art beckoned me down a passageway where I expected to find pots of simmering, home-cooked dishes. Instead the menu bore only names of cocktails, wines, and beer. I can see why these 'Vesele Domacice' (VEh-seh-leh do MAH cheet-seh) are happy: lots of drinks and no cooking to do! If you read Serbian, here's their site!
These flat rectangular links on one of the bridges over a now dry moat in Kalemegdan Park recall the shape of the bricks on the wall behind. I might add that this chain along both sides of the bridge is really low; perfect tripping height. Watch your step.
How time flies; a cliche, but so true. The older I get the more I realize you have to treasure each and every moment. Today is my daughter's birthday and much time has passed since this photo was taken of her with her big brother. I get all teary and nostalgic when writing posts like this, so I'll just end before I start, with a Happy Birthday to my (always) little girl. I love you.
Taken a few days ago before the rains came.... I went for a walk in the drizzle this afternoon and nary a soul was around to watch the sunset, which you couldn't see..... ;)
Belgrade's High School No. 3 was founded in 1859 and because of its architectural and historical value it became a cultural monument (while still a high school) in 1964. Pretty place, no?
Has this lady bought a new guitar for herself or is it a present? I do not play any musical instrument...how about you?
Across the street from Belgrade's New Cemetery and actually part of its complex lies the Liberators Memorial, a tribute to the Russians and Red Army soldiers and Yugoslav Partisans who liberated Belgrade in 1944. The sculpure seen here and the relief in the background are the works of sculptor Rade Stankovic, whose work I showed you (although then unknowingly, and thanks to reader "Knez," who told me!) last August.
