Autumn, be it Central Park, Türkenschanzpark, or Sofia’s City Garden
One of Sofia’s many “Dogs without Obvious Homes.” I shared my lunch with this guy, and had I driven to Sofia, Clayton Theodore would now have a new friend with whom to share our sofa.
Old meets new. Not sure about the watchtower; maybe for traffic police?
At the end of the block was a “345 Market,” which the hotel desk clerk said was open 24 hours for snacks and the like. Not expecting more than a basic market, I walked over to investigate and felt like I had wandered into Dean and Deluca. Bright aisles, gorgeous displays, I could barely process what I could and could not have Tony bring home (he checked, I carried on). Fresh dried paprikas? No. Greek Olive Oil, barely 3 USD equivalent for a half-litre? Yes. Three jars of one of my favorite French terrines, just 2 USD equivalent each? Absolument. I just hope Tony doesn’t get the munchies before he returns home on Saturday.