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The end of Eastern Europe
... highly enough.
At the same time, I'd also like to pay tribute to the other truly wonderful cities I've seen in Europe, namely Rome and Budapest. Comparing Rome to Budapest or Vienna is silly, they have very different styles and characteristics, but I just preferred Vienna. Bern was also a beautiful city and remains vividly in my memory, as do Torino and Wiesbaden. The most beautiful town was hands down Florence, no question about that. I thought it was ...
Sofia... Not quite as splendid as la Loren
... and even auto parts. It's vibrant and filled with older people. The mineral water sadly hasn't done much for this generation of the population though.
Later in the afternoon, we took a cab to a suburb called Boyana, which was supposedly a medieval town where the wealthy have settled over the years. It was a huge disppointment since nothing was medieval about the town and for that matter, nothing very wealthy either. So ...
Nice to be here
... similar to a Hard Rock cafe. The waitresses are all dressed in tight little red mini skirts. We had a feast, chicken skewers and BBQed vegetables for Mary, ribs for Troy and we shared garlic bread and yummy lightly battered eggplant fritters.
We continue to walk the streets and come across some markets selling **** sort of like a trash and treasure markets at home. We see so many statues around and lots of bars and restaurants. We stroll down ...
Sofia, Bulgaria - Surprisingly Good!
... milling about. I asked Angela what she thought of Prague. After all, it was regarded by many as one of the most beautiful cities in Europe. We had just wandered around Prague Castle and were now heading downhill to cross the famous Charles Bridge. "It's beautiful," she replied. "The buildings are gorgeous. I could easily come back here!"
We went with the crowds across the bridge towards the Old Town. We stopped and had a drink in one of the many sidewalk cafes catering ...
Balkan Transitions
... This time I had a task: buy an umbrella! Success, I bought a bright pink one with green and red flowers from another nice old lady. The lively market had a bit of everything and was a cacophony of smells, dill, yoghurt, peppers, bread. One could easily do a picnic from here. But, time to move on. I ventured up a nice pedestrian street, Pirotska, toward the Synagogue and Mosque. They charged admission to the Synagogue. Ne, so I went to the ...


