
Saw a pontoon bridge leading to "Lido Beach" at the tip of Great War Island. Vlada had never been there while he was living in Belgrade. We dipped our feet in the Danube and walked on the path around the island and saw many little summer houses along the way, with modest but utterly charming gardens next to them where one could see fruit trees, sunflowers, chicory, corn and tomato plants. I took pictures and a middle-aged guy sitting under a nearby patio asked me (in Serbian) "what is interesting there to take pictures of?" I answered in Serbian, then had a small conversation with him, all in Serbian. I was rather proud of myself, but the guy took it all in stride as if it was the most normal thing in the world, a Frenchman living in America who can carry a conversation in Serbian.
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