After making lemon curd, devonshire cream and tiny blt spread for the tea parties Sunday and Monday, I went into the city to get a “proto-type” of the cookbook. It didn’t take very long and just across the bridge was the Museum of Sarajevo! So, I had an opportunity to learn more about Sarajevo. This is a picture of part of the inside of the Sarajevo Museum. The couple, Archduke Franz and wife Sofie (who was pregnant) of Austria-Hungary, was assassinated while visiting in Sarajevo. This event started WWI.
“Franz Ferdinand (18 December 1863 – 28 June 1914) was an Archduke ofAustria-Este, Austro-Hungarian and Royal Prince of Hungary and of Bohemia, and from 1889 until his death, heir presumptive to the Austro-Hungarianthrone. His assassination in Sarajevo precipitated Austria-Hungary’sdeclaration of war against Serbia. This caused Germany and Austria-Hungary, and countries allied with Serbia (the Triple Alliance Powers) to declare war on each other, starting World War I.”  (Wikipedia)
The flower stand I passed going to the museum:
After my history lesson, I maneuvered around to the bank and exchanged some money. Bought some food: veal ribs and potatoes with rolls. I bought it at the same place I had had the burek (filo dough-like pastry filled with meat in long rolls). The potatoes were quite tasty. The meat was a bit fatty but good flavor. I took home most of it to share.
As soon as I got home, Josh, Elijah and I piled in the car and headed to Split, a 6 hour drive. Along the way we passed through an area famous for roasting lambs on spits. There were at least five restaurants in the 5 mile stretch. (I’m estimating.)
We stopped in Mostar for dinner. The bridge in Mostar separates the east and west, Catholic and Muslim sides of town. “Mostar is a city and municipality in Bosnia and Herzegovina, the largest and the most important city in the Herzegovina region and the center of theHerzegovina-Neretva Canton of the Federation. Mostar is situated on theNeretva river and is the fifth-largest city in the country. Mostar was named after “the bridge keepers” (natively: mostari) who guarded the Stari Most (Old Bridge) over Neretva river. The Old Bridge is one of the city’s most recognizable landmarks.” (Wikipedia)
It is world famous, photographed profusely, and jumped off of my “crazy” people who get paid to do so! There is a club for people who have jumped off the bridge. I didn’t find out if anyone died in the act….hummmm. Maybe it is a small club!
We shared a basic salad with a serving of the very popular Bosnian meat that looks like little sausages (I can’t remember what it is called.) and a kabob of roast. And, of course, the French fries are recognizable.
We finally arrived at the home of the Brents, Josh’s friends from when he lived in Split for two years. They live right downtown and we were their guests for the night!
A few other pictures of the ride: