We went to a beautiful old synagogue, now a museum. Here I am taking a 'little rest' in the courtyard. During the siege it was used to store all of the city museum artifacts, since it was one of the safest places in the city.
The last day we were there it began to snow. I had fun playing in the snow and letting it fall on me. And then we had to drive out of Sarajevo in a bit of a snowstorm.
By the time we arrived in Mostar, Bosnia, it had stopped snowing and was only raining. I heard my mommies saying that they gray, rainy day was somehow fitting for a place that had such a deep feeling of sadness as a result of the war.
My mommies also said that this bridge was very famous--it was destroyed during the war, but was rebuilt as a symbol of hope. (But they just told me that they are wrong...a friend in Bosnia tells us that this is NOT the famous bridge...guess when you drive through Bosnia in a snowstorm, you don't always wind up where you think you are!)
