The middle of the promenade was practically paved with café tables,  Belgradians were sitting with friends, drinking, eating, and, of course, smoking.  It was the middle of the afternoon, and the citizenry was not at all averse to indulging in alcohol, tobacco, caffeine, and flirtation. Almost everyone was well dressed and engaged in conversation, either on their phones or face to face with their confederates.  Graceful, long-limbed young men and women streamed past, the boys in narrow slacks and the girls in short skirts.  Tall women strode by in dizzyingly high heels.  HL and I ordered drinks and sat back to watch the sidewalk show.  We must be forgiven for snapping surreptitious, candid pictures of the Belgradians around us.

On Prince Michael (Knez Mihailov) Street