I went to my usual fruit market yesterday and noticed someone in a new position that was clearly not an official place in the market. Today when I went to the market, I found only this debris where the seller formerly was.
The wife and I celebrated 5th year wedding anniversary on Saturday, and to celebrate right we took a trip to Plovdiv. Plovdiv is an ancient city in southern Bulgaria. Colonized by the Romans and occupied by a virtually everybody else over the millennia ... it has a hell of a history. The history is for another time, we were celebrating our marriage and we needed to get our party on. I arranged for hotel reservations in the old city which means ridiculous tiny roads with huge holes and giant rocks that you can't drive a car over. After virtually becoming wedged between thousand-year-old walls, a souvenir seller took pity on us and told us that it was not possible to drive to the hotel we are going towards. Mainly because there's a giant boulder 50 m up the hill and around the bend. She was right. However she said there was another lovely hotel around the corner that we could get the car to. We went, and the facilities lived up to the promise. Bizarrely, it turned out we were in a boutique hotel with avant-garde furnishings. Every room is painted a different color. (We stayed in the green room..not pictured). It was called Hotel Belleville. the facilities include an outdoors garden with a fountain and rooms featured in a fashion hotel magazine, for which the owner is more than eager to give us copies. We had a nice time and not one business related e-mail or phone call. Bliss...
