BELGRADE TRAIN

This morning is free in Novi Sad,  time to walk after breakfast with J&F, our Canadian companions, to the Citadel overlooking the city before a quick shopping run to buy food to have on the train

We follow the signs up to the Citadel and meander bit following an informal but we'll worn footpath which lands us in the moat. J does a recce and we are back on track.

I took this just in case it was the last we ever saw of him.

There wasn't as much as we expected at the Citadel,  but we may have been to early for all the artists who have studios and galleries there to have got going.  Big hotel,  small city museum,  lots of souvenir sellers and great views of the city.

Or,  as J said "another elbow in the Danube ".  Then back to town to correct Rob and head to coffee.   And the train.

The train sort of leaves on time,  it is covered in street artist autographs, tags,  graffiti,.... As are all the carriages on this and other trains in sight.

The state of the windows left a little to be desired. But we could see enough to know where we were.  We travelled across the last bridge and into the main station at snail's pace due to the condition of the tracks (I heard later they were built by the Germans at the end of WWII but I don't know if that is significant).  Fortunately the hotel was right by the station.
Spent the rest of the day walking

round town led by the delightful Bojana, an erudite, amusing, charming, fascinating person who regaled us with tales about her city over the decades before letting us loose for dinner at  a kavana (Turkish influenced coffee house)  some few centuries old which serves delicious food.  She was right - it certainly does. It is called ? because an earlier owner didn't know at the time what to call it.  Very cool.