Ovoi lepi Beograd… (This pretty Belgrade)
I’ve been already three time to Belgrade. And I always loved it.
My second time was when I was 18 or 19, just about to graduate high school. It was spring time and the city was euphoric about its wakening from the winter. I was euphoric about my Serbian love affair, the dress that I just bought for my prom back in Bulgaria, about finishing the stupid high school, the university that I was just admitted to… Then I fell in love with Belgrade… for my lifetime. So, I do confess - I am in favor of this city. Hence no doubt I enjoyed it so much…again.
Last week I went for a day to Nis and then for two days to Belgrade. My first impression walking down the streets was: this city was rich and will be again. It has it all - infrostructure, European-style boulevrads, beautiful architecture, parks, Sava river, the fortress Kale Megdan (please, excuse me for the spelling), bars and clubs…just everything, plus the most important one - the atmosphere.
Another look from above
A beautiful park…
… and another one
A view from Kale Megdan…
…and even better view from Kale Megdan
Nice, isn’t it?
It is not the cute, stylish tank of the general’s mistress. It is just an Italian tank at the museum of arms at Kale Megdan.
Boys are enchanted with machinery even before they can articulate this passion of theirs
Maybe remnants of the NATO bombing?
It’s cosy to be awaken by the sound of boulevarsd being washed. It generates a smile and the feeling that someone is really looking after this pretty cit










