This is one of the stranger buildings that greets the traveller en route from the airport to downtown Beograd. The flipside advertizes Nivea.
This is what your average building looks like after a close encounter with a NATO cruise missile. There are two or three like this in central Belgrade still.
There are also quite a few rather nice old buildings like this one...
... or this one ...
or this one
and trams
and yes, it's true, serbian women really do seem to be more than averagely beautiful
Political badges for sale
Chess players in Kalemegdan Park
Scattered through the park there are dozens of lifelike busts of famous Serbian writers artists and intellectuals
... some of them somewhat the worse for birdshit
The castle stands on the confluence of the Danube and the Sava rivers. Its strategic importance means that it has been beseiged, sacked and rebuilt roughly every fifty years since the 10th century
A nice typewriter inside the department of mathematics
Two nuns contemplate lunch
A nice coffee after lunch (note the pickles which even Matthew couldn't finish)
One half of our workshop gets underway...
...as does the other half
We spent quite a long time with this dude, waiting for a bus outside the Ethnological Museum
This is our official photographer
Listening to a lecture on neolithic matters...
Picking neolithic apricots
The mysterious figurines of Vinca culture
Paying Charon before we descend to the underworld
Anyone for a bath?
Some of these Roman fish were as big as this...
We were given fortune cookies inscribed on pot sherds
Giuliana bought a nice clay bead necklace
The strip mine which is Viminacium's neighbour...
... and the power plant it feeds.
Bojan and Konstantin settle into the groove
The start of our final banquet
Gathering round the piano for some traditional Macedonian, er Serbian, er Bulgarian, er Slovenian, er Balkan melodies
Ciao Beograd... Stefana, can we come again soon?
