DAY TWELVE

Novi Sad to Sarajevo

The penultimate day (day before last) of our travelling, we started by walking down the stairs from our castle and into town. Later in the day the French President will follow in our footsteps on his visit to Serbia!

Novi Sad (New Town) rather surprised us with its wide public precinct and many squares with lots of attractive, and fairly new, restaurants and cafes. It also boasted many art nouveau style buildings, and most of there were in a good state. 

   



   

     

Whereas, in other towns and cities the doors along the road would lead nto some sort of courtyard, often a garden (today parking) or a small restaurant, the larger doorways here led to narrow alleyways which both served as shopping malls and as passage to the next street and there might be three or four of these in one block of buildings.

      

Then it was on south and west towards Sarajevo. But first time to take in the scenery; first the usual yellow and brown fields of dying sunflowers, cut cornfields and maize screaming out to be cut, getting browner and crisper by the day. Then the hills, first on the Serbian border, then in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Two border crossings are along the Drina river and unless you took a glance at the small queue of cars to your right, you would not notice them. There are no signs posted that I saw. We crossed at the second of these and it only took half an hour, the BaH policeman only glancing at our car and waving "go on".






And then Sarajevo! A crowded, bustling, noisy, lively, colourful mix of all nationalities and a "western end" with buildings from the last to centuries and an "eastern end" where you could be in any bazaar in any of the countries east of Greece; little Istanbul. Nestled within the hills and along the Miljacka river.









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