In the green market nearby my Belgrade apartment, tucked amongst the tables of red radishes and bulbous mushrooms, there was sometimes a cantankerous dealer in books and other old paper ephemera.
He seemed to greatly resent any effort I made to non-verbally negotiate with him through gesture and proffered Serbian dinars, so I think I paid dearly for these few old vernacular photographs of everyday life in old Serbia.
But it was worth it to bring them home and share them with you here, and preserve these images of a land and time and people far away from most of our modern experience, but eternally human in their joys and social activities.
Enjoy!
william
Nice. I love the two women.What does it mean that we collect other peoples souvenirs? That we didn't have any of our own?
Posted by: tia | July 13, 2012 at 11:13 PM
Loved the pictures.
@tia: I think it means that by looking at them that those people are not totally forgotten, even though they may have been gone many years ago...
Posted by: Elizabeth de Sousa Pinto | July 14, 2012 at 12:12 PM