Some things are best done the old-fashioned way, like the spreading of this yellow paint along the sides of a crosswalk near Kalemegdan Park. I showed you this same crosswalk once before, but looking from the other direction.
....see me? Another hip shot on the sly, or maybe not. I am not so familiar with ranks of the military, so I will let you go to this site to figure out just who these young men are.
The traffic hardly ever ceases along the city streets and over its bridges. You can see three bridges here and the tower of the new one to be completed that I showed you right here.
A sad photo of a scene too often viewed in large cities. Belgrade has been enjoying unseasonably warm weather, but soon this unfortunate man will have to seek a warmer place, perhaps in one of Belgrade's homeless shelters.
Eleven and a half years later, the former Chinese Embassy in Belgrade, which was bombed during the NATO bombing of Belgrade in 1999, is finally being razed. Some say the embassy's bombing was not an accident, as NATO claimed, but was done deliberately. In any event, the Chinese now have a new embassy here in Belgrade in another location.
I was intrigued by these two pairs of legs draped over the back of this bench in Kalemegdan Park. I took the photo, then casually moved closer to see what was up...two teens texting!
This post goes out for Louis La Vache of San Francisco Bay Daily Photo, who loves cars. Belgrade has an automobile museum, affectionately known as the 'old timers' museum. I passed by the other day and took this photo of an old Opel (ask Louis what year....).
Seen through an arrow slit, a street cleaner carries a bag of trash to a dumpster across one of the bridges leading away from the fortress in Kalemegdan Park.
This window of old clocks makes me think of Marcel Proust's À la recherche du temps perdu (In Search of Lost Time). I photographed this window when the shop was closed, but must really try to see if they'll let me take a photo inside. Stepping into the shop is like entering another era... I'll see what I can do. In the meantime, enjoy the reflections...especially the one of that cute little black dog.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.
