Seeing Sarajevo


We met some fellow American travelers (so far a less common animal) and a few Australians (they’re everywhere!) when we met up with Jasmina to see the airport tunnel. We spent the rest of the day visiting the now-indefinitely-closed Bosnian National Museum, sampling a pint at Sarajevsko brewery, and wandering the hilly neighborhoods of Sarajevo.


Walking up the hill

It was a long, relaxed, full day.  And what can make you feel quite so right with the world as a puppy?

one fuzzy puppy

(Answer: two puppies.)

two puppies

The puppies followed us, and a few blocks later we met a guy named Fudo who told us that the puppies were called Brownie and Blackie. Naturally.



Hilly neighborhood

cat graffiti

Sarajevo Brewery

Later that night, we discussed important sociological issues like the merits of in-home hookah usage.

Sarajevo hills

Martyr's Cemetery

Sarajevo had a serene, subdued feeling to it, at least during the week we spent there. It was easy to see hints of the worst of what was, but there was a definite flow of life moving on. It’s difficult to describe.

Sarajevo street

Yellow VW Beetle

Pigeons swarmed Sebilj Fountain.

Sebilj - the fountain in Baščaršija

Cafes filled and emptied day after day.

Giannini Cafe

Ladies who lunch

Dogs were walked.  Sometimes they had ice cream.

dog eating ice cream

Parliament and the Holiday Inn, buildings that would have seen engulfed in flames on nightly newscasts less than two decades ago, stood shiny and whole.


Holiday Inn

Ammunition boxes found a new purpose as beer garden seating.

Ammo boxes

Eid, the end of Ramadan, arrived so quietly, we hardly noticed.


And the Miljacka River, shallow from a summer of no rain, crept past the Latin Bridge.

Franz Ferdinand bridge

Hello, and goodbye, beautiful Sarajevo. We were lucky to have met you.