I came back from
Belgrade about a month ago and now back in New York, I keep thinking of the great time I had there discovering this city. So I decided to share a few pictures taken in Belgrade during those five days in May.
These two pictures were taken in Kalemegdan, the "Central Park of Belgrade." It is where you go when you feel like breathing clean air or when you feel romantic (it's a major make-out spot), or when you just want to take a walk away from traffic. Located at the confluence of the Sava and Danube rivers, Kalemegdan displays layer upon layer of architectural history. You'll find there: a roman well, fountains from ottoman times, ancient portals and fortifications. It's a pretty amazing place.
Sveti Marko Crkva (St Marko's church) is my favorite church in Belgrade. It is an orthodox church located near
Tasmajdan Park. I learned recently that it was destroyed in 1941 by german bombs and that it was subsequently rebuilt. Tasmajdan seems to have a fascinating history of its own since under the park can be found a network of secret passages used during communist times.
One of my favorite spots in Belgrade: Kalenic pijaca (Kalenic market), the largest open air green market in the city. In this place you can find all sorts of fruit, flowers, vegetables. In may, there were flower sellers with big bunches of peonies and lots of people selling strawberries.
The colorful trams of Belgrade. This picture was taken not far from Kalemegdan. Studenski Trg is on the right.
A funky Art deco building. I love the clock at the top.
One of the many remnants from communist times in downtown Belgrade. Although you'll have a hard times finding a native of Belgrade agreeing with you on this, it seems to me that under the right kind of light these "ugly buildings" have a certain grace and beauty of their own.
The staircase of the apartment building where I stayed in Belgrade. I got to know it well, because although the apartment was on the sixth floor I had a deep mistrust of the rickety elevator, which I had nicknamed the "socialist elevator" (get in, close the wood doors, light goes off, press random button to a floor, get to floor, light goes off again, etc.). These stairways are so bright that some tenants put house plants there.
One last walk in Kalemegdan before I was to catch my plane back to New York later that day. The Danube is on the right.
These two pictures were taken in Kalemegdan, the "Central Park of Belgrade." It is where you go when you feel like breathing clean air or when you feel romantic (it's a major make-out spot), or when you just want to take a walk away from traffic. Located at the confluence of the Sava and Danube rivers, Kalemegdan displays layer upon layer of architectural history. You'll find there: a roman well, fountains from ottoman times, ancient portals and fortifications. It's a pretty amazing place.
Sveti Marko Crkva (St Marko's church) is my favorite church in Belgrade. It is an orthodox church located near Tasmajdan Park. I learned recently that it was destroyed in 1941 by german bombs and that it was subsequently rebuilt. Tasmajdan seems to have a fascinating history of its own since under the park can be found a network of secret passages used during communist times.
One of my favorite spots in Belgrade: Kalenic pijaca (Kalenic market), the largest open air green market in the city. In this place you can find all sorts of fruit, flowers, vegetables. In may, there were flower sellers with big bunches of peonies and lots of people selling strawberries.
The colorful trams of Belgrade. This picture was taken not far from Kalemegdan. Studenski Trg is on the right.
A funky Art deco building. I love the clock at the top.
One of the many remnants from communist times in downtown Belgrade. Although you'll have a hard times finding a native of Belgrade agreeing with you on this, it seems to me that under the right kind of light these "ugly buildings" have a certain grace and beauty of their own.
The staircase of the apartment building where I stayed in Belgrade. I got to know it well, because although the apartment was on the sixth floor I had a deep mistrust of the rickety elevator, which I had nicknamed the "socialist elevator" (get in, close the wood doors, light goes off, press random button to a floor, get to floor, light goes off again, etc.). These stairways are so bright that some tenants put house plants there.
One last walk in Kalemegdan before I was to catch my plane back to New York later that day. The Danube is on the right.
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