One bitterly cold day in February, complete with freezing rain (I have the misfortune of only winding up in Belgrade when the weather is crap), my fiancé’s friend Peđa walked with us to Kalemegdan, the Belgrade Fortress. It was already dark, and the view of the glittering skyscrapers of Beograd na Vodi was not compelling enough before we retreated to a local leftist watering hole for some hot chocolate.
Who Are Our Cities For?
Who Are Our Cities For?
Who Are Our Cities For?
One bitterly cold day in February, complete with freezing rain (I have the misfortune of only winding up in Belgrade when the weather is crap), my fiancé’s friend Peđa walked with us to Kalemegdan, the Belgrade Fortress. It was already dark, and the view of the glittering skyscrapers of Beograd na Vodi was not compelling enough before we retreated to a local leftist watering hole for some hot chocolate.