After refreshing, I then left for
dinner. As soon as I stepped outside, the firework went off over my head. The
cafés and restaurants will be packed. I, again, wondered around the old town
for a place to eat. I eventually went to a place called ‘To be, to be’ – a take
on ‘To be, or not to be’, only the ‘not’ was scribbled out for use as a slogan
during the siege. It was an intimate place, and I sat upstairs with a group of
5 who were next to the window.
I ordered a beer and chicken
risotto. I read while it was being prepared. When it arrived, I tucked in and
was amazed. It was lovely. It had mushrooms too, and I even ate some! I
devoured it whilst reading. I then left the 5 to it, and went down to pay. Only
17KM, bargain. I noticed that the kitchen was tiny, and home cooking obviously
reigned here. I then walked to the Austro-Hungarian quarter, to a street that
was lined completely with chairs, tables and umbrellas. It was busy with people
on a night out – music in the background and football on the TV. I just relaxed
with a pint. Afterwards, I grabbed and ice cream in the old town and returned
to bed.
A better nights sleep, led to an
earlier rise. So I went for breakfast armed with 10KM and my washing. The girl
on reception suggested an Ottoman house to view, 5 minutes away. I said I would
take a peek. I gave her the washing for the cleaner to do.
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