I’m in Belgrade, Serbia for the summer. I will never give up on Key West, but I am glad to escape the heat.
However, turns out it’s hot here too. Hot during the days of searing azure skies and hot at night.
The days are easy as I slump beneath the a/c, usually in a comfortable deep sleep.
The nights I fill with walks through the city, under curves of an orange moon, passing by late games of basketball where shirtless sweating men scatter about, and tiny kids mimic on the sidelines with mini basketballs.
Speaking of sweating, not to gross you out, but it’s steamy here. On these evening walks I feel myself glueing to my clothes. A gathering of drips trickle from my nape down the furrow of my spine.
Belgrade is an ancient city and it is fascinating to me. Obviously, I have my mother’s side of the family to thank for that. I am constantly running into fresh information on long dead relatives who did a variety of intriguing activities. Some deviant, some daring, all interesting, at least to me.
This old town is full of dusty stories and as I stroll I collect motes, my ankles are plied with soot. When I get home I am a clammy mess.
Which makes me laugh because many nights in Key West, after dancing at the Green Parrot until closing time, it was the hot shower at the end that was often the best part of the night.
Last night I got home, late, sticky. I kicked off my flip-flops and stepped, fully dressed, directly into the shower and turned on the water. I let the powerful jet drench me, washing me down. Felt great. I highly recommend visiting Belgrade, equally highly recommend a hot shower at the end of the night with or without your clothes.
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Nice one Brian! Thank you for your witty comment 🙂 Christina
Napes are for tickling not trickling … There is work to be done. I’m off …
Thank you Z
In real life my grandfather was always smiling. He told funny stories and went out of way to amuse me and my cousins, his grandchildren. He was a very warm kind person, but only in private. In public he was eminently formal. He was trained from childhood to behave this way.
This photo is from 1940! 100% sure!
This photo is second that I saw in my life in which Prince Paul is smiling. One was with his family, and they all are laughing, and second is this
Zeljka: certainly before March 1941, but I wonder when exactly. Looks like close to soon before March 1941. I see relief on my grandfather’s face, as if perhaps he believes his private life will be returned to him, and he clearly cannot wait. You almost never see him smiling in official photos. He is evidently pleased that imminently he will be relieved of his regency and young Peter will accept his own duties. Therefore, photo taken close to soon before March 1941. Yet certainly no one yet suspects the deluge right around the corner. Even knowing what we know now, one can admire the solemnity and dignity of the ceremonial stance and garb of the military and dignitaries. The last few breaths of the ‘ancient regime’, toujours j’usqu’à avant le deluge…. the good news is that more than 70 years later, we have regrouped, re-focssed, and humbly we resume the march toward a free Serbia. First and foremost with the rehabilitation of my revered and cruelly maligned grandfather and young King Peter II. Finalement, plus ça change, ce n’est plus la même chose. Enfin justice. Živeli!
1940/41. Before March 27th 1941
Correct Zeljka, clever girl. Beautiful picture. What year do you think it was taken?
Story is great, and picture is more beautiful. HM King Peter II and HRH Prince Paul…
Thank you Monty! I’m loving it so far. May stay forever, who knows? xx
A very sweet and delightful peek into your lifestyle in Belgrade. An amazing way to spend the summer and a world away from KW. You will have many an interesting tale to tell from this trip I’m sure!! Have Fun! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx