Here are a few images that have fallen through the cracks up to now.
I think they are all fun in one way or another.
Pictures that are not otherwise labelled are from Budva, Montenegro,
where I am hunkered up through (Orthodox) Christmas in a hotel with
wireless. I can work on this stuff without going to a cafe. A fine way
to spend a couple of dingy drizzly days.
Enjoy!
Internationally-known
words: Sandwiches, hot dog, toast.
Rijeka, Croatia
A shame this isn't an
eatery too. I'd love to contrive a joke about Nakit
Lunch.
Split, Croatia
My regular
cheapie hotel in Rome.
Yes, it is
called Fawlty Towers.
World's coolest music venue.
Hard Jazz Cafe Troubadour,
Dubrovnik, Croatia. Live acoustic music in a shoebox-sized
bar. In summer, they spill out across the plaza outside.
That is Marko
the owner playing his lovingly-taped-up bass, beaming his beatific smile. In the 1970's his then-band the Dubrovački Troubadouri
represented Yugoslavia in the Eurovision Song Contest, of all things.
Frankie and Brian do justice on the strings and sax respectively.
These guys are good!
In season the club books minor and major name performers.
In winter, it is these guys and whoever drops by.
"Come in out of the rain
to hear the jazz go down."
Shop window,
Dubrovnik.
Looking up.
Kotor,
Montenegro.
Hot Moon.
Budva, Montenegro, old city.
Bored and probably lonely
pooch.
Sveti Stefan, Montenegro.
(yes, Saint Stephen)
Bridge reflections.
Budva
Some words have become international, adapting to local spellings and
even alphabets.
Pizzerija
ADRIATIC
pizza
pasta
buncha stuff in Russian
Pizza, Croissants,
Sandwiches
Real estate in Russian and English, beer in Mexican.
Outside the walls of the medieval old city, Budva resembles nothing so
much as a Mexican beach resort of the 1980s.
More on that later (hopefully).
With its new years decorations, this restaurant-hotel entrance looks
like a giant walk-in jukebox.
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