The bridge blown up by Nazi forces in WWII. There is a museum nearby with tribute to Tito for his bravery and determination to leave no wounded behind.
Just some walls... like most of the walls in this area, there are bullet marks, damage from shrapnel and shelling.This is a land of shattered buildings and cemeteries. I have NEVER seen as many cemeteries as one does here. Not anywhere.
The lunch kitty.. blind in one eye and a bit skittish, but he did like trout. Cooked.
This is where we ate... lovely, huh?
Just random mountains. There were many more where these came from. Horrendous winds as we drove thru, with a storm brewing. Our driver told us that is common.
The map of Sarajevo.. at the Tunel Museum they overlaid a 1984 Winter Olympics map with the outlines of fighting and artillery emplacements during "the last war" (1992-1995) The narrow part is where the tunnel was under the runways of the airport.
More burned out hulks.. they are everywhere, in ever little village, every neighborhood of the towns... a constant reminder.
Edo, our bus driver. I am sure I have left many consonants out of his name. He prefers to be called Ed and is a joy.
Bosnian coffee. The difference, I think, was that sugar was in the cup but not cooked with the coffee. Maybe. It was very very good.
Ottoman fortifications above our lunch place. I took it from my place at the table.
One of the rebuilt bridges, still in Ottoman style. This was reconstructed with the assistance of the Turkish government, and announced with a huge billboard and flags flying.
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