Ljulbiana, dinner and a pot festival

Returning to the hostel to leave the car, once again over to the old city and a wander in the opposite direction. It’s Friday night and we unexpectedly came across a giant pot-party reminiscent of the 1960s. It is not clear to us that marijuana is legal in this country, and the questions we posted to the stoned festival participants provided answers that – whether from the language barrier or the level-of-stoned barrier were simply not clear. All fun and happy. Good music, smiling (mostly young) people. Ah, to be that euro-backpacker that I was in 1976, once again!

Then some wandering around the old city.

Tapas for dinner...

Then desert elsewhere.

Sacher is a thing. Look it up.