Our hotel in Belgrade is located right next to the National Theatre and across from the big National Museum on the Republic Square. The museum has an extremely long line of folks waiting for entrance. Apparently, it has just reopened after being closed for fifteen years! I don’t think we’ll get into see the pictures unless we’re prepared to wait a very long time. Les met us at the airport in his beautiful Mercedes and drove us into the old town to our hotel with a running commentary on the town he’s lived in for 16 years. The hotel is modern with a beautiful first floor bar and breakfast room with windows overlooking the museum. We both slept well last night despite the nine hour time difference. Les took us on a walk on the balmy summer evening around the Belgrade University buildings and student park, and down the pedestrian shopping street where we stopped for a traditional Serbian appetizer plate and drinks, plum brandy for Larry, Montenegro beer for Les and me. Notable on the appetizer plate was a substance Les says Serbia is famous for, a kind of clotted cream that tasted to me just like butter (but Les assured me it was better than butter). Later on in the hotel bar, we had Serbian red wine and then retired for the night. This morning we had the hotel breakfast, unhealthy pastries, thin coffee. I wonder if we could do better somewhere else? Prices are low in Belgrade, a dinar is about a penny, and our lovely glasses of red wine last night were only about 450 dinars, $4.50. But I don’t think the breakfast is a bargain. Larry has just pointed out to me that we should be drinking espresso, not filtered coffee. Les says he sleeps late, so we’ll give him a call soon. We need our tour guide!
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