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... clothing (there's also a lot of fur being sold here). Every street seems to be a shopping street, and if a space turns out not to be a shop, then it's most certainly a restaurant with a tout standing outside trying to entice people to enter.
We went back to St. Stephen's (which we passed last night). It's Stefan's favorite church not just because it's named for him (or vice versa) but because the interior is covered in frescos. It hasn't ...
... and say a few words. Stefan was a little embarrassed that his mom showed up, but he is quite clearly her little boy and he ran to her to give her a hug and kisses. She was a sweet, tiny little thing with a bit of palsy and even though she doesn't speak English, she could understand enough when Barb told her that we just love her son. She beamed.
Anyway, the museum had archaeological finds from Thracian tombs, including a gorgeous golden laurel ...
We entered Bulgaria with the anticipation of better roads. This anticipation was fulfilled.
Democracy came to Bulgaria in 1990, being a Soviet ally for almost 40 years prior, however, to our naive eyes, born into a democratic world, it seems no one told the Bulgarians!
The remnants of the soviet communist influences weigh heavily on this land, especially in the architecture.
... best meals we’ve had along the way. The only problem was the size of the servings and then they brought pita bread and a salad. The waiter took great delight in showing Dave how his aubergine and lamb skewer should be dissected and packed in pita.
Interestingly he scraped the aubergine flesh off, leaving the skin. I think that’s the best bit! In fact once we’d had enough, I packed up the leftovers and we had three more meals from ...
... getting stuck in the middle of nowhere. Just when we thought Clio must be going on nothing but our prayers and hope, there it was. The smallest, oldest looking gas station. But it was open and had gas- what more do we need?
We finally stretched our legs and back, while the lady (who spoke no English whatsoever) filled our tank for us. We walked around for a little bit, got some candy from the trunk... We sat back in the ...