Quite an interesting ad
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Grain elevators
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In the Gallery of Naive Art |
Local phone booth
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As we were returning to our bus we realized that an event was taking place in a park behind where our bus was parked. In spite of the rain, we went off to see what was happening and discovered the International Championships in Cooking and eating Bryndza "halves." Bryndza is a traditional Slovak fermented salty sheep cheese. It is on the list of protected traditional specialties with the status of PGI (protected geographical indication) - new to me. Anyhow, cooking stations were set up for each contestant and they were busy preparing their product. We stood in the rain and watched for awhile. It was an interesting local event.
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Scenes from the Bryndza Festival
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After standing in the rain watching the festival, we finally went on to the home of “naive painter,” Zuzana Veresky, and she explained the scenes of her grandmother’s house, local women riding bikes, farmyard scenes, and of local tradesmen. They were folksy and fun. Her husband turns wood and she paints some of the clever boxes he makes. She did four of us a remembrance and painted the backs of our hands. I have a red poppy done in acrylic and I hope I can keep it from washing off too soon. She served us homemade rakia and poppy seed sweet bread. She was dressed in a beautiful traditional dress.
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Zuzana Veresky's studio
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Palette
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Next stop was at the home and workshop of a violin maker, Jan Nemcek. He showed us what is involved in the 200 hours of making a violin. He also repairs violins and showed us one from the mid-1500s and two from the 1600s. He also makes kids' violins and even one for his one-year-old granddaughter. His talent is incredible.
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Violin maker's house |
Even comes with a violin address sign
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Violin maker Jan Nemcek at work
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A repair job
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Violin for his 1 year-old granddaughter
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More repairs needed
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Photo of the granddaughter playing her violin |
We then drove to the outskirts of Develjaca to a restaurant for lunch. It is surrounded by fishing ponds created after clay for making bricks and tiles was dug out and water filled the quarries. We watched the preparations for a fishing tournament as we ate. This meal was Hungarian food - chicken broth with noodles, wonderful dense bread, slow cooked veal in its natural juice served with more noodles, and a delicious cherry cobbler for dessert.
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Fishing
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Tonight we had our farewell dinner at a noisy restaurant on an old cobblestone (rounded river rocks) street. It was so loud we couldn’t hear to talk.
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On the way out of town
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Sun., 6/3/18 - Belgrade, Serbia through Bosnia-Herzegovina into Dubrovnik, Croatia
Our excellent Northern Greece trip ended and we set off this morning by private car to be driven from Belgrade to Dubrovnik.
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