The Seven Saints (Sveti Sedmochislenitzi)

I used to have lunch in this garden – a pizza slice, doner kebab, or a sandwich. The pigeons would circle around, trying to grab a potato in a tight competition with the smart sparrows. There used to be a farmer’s market nearby where you could buy some fresh veggies on the way back home. We lost some of that with the tourists – markets generate trash and crowds of locals so we got rid of them. No farmer’s market nearby, no stray dogs, or sparrows. Maybe a pigeon or two left from the olden days.

On the other hand, what used to be a street with no restaurants is now full of choices. I had pizza that says it’s like in Rome (no), and a Japanese Crepe. If you’re in the area, try the Japanese Crepe. Nobody knows if people in Japan eat crepes filled with creme brûlée but it’s worth trying.