Sometimes, the places we least think about are those that leave the deepest impression, and this was the case with Zagreb. Of our errands through the Balkans, the Croatian capital was the only place I thought about as a stopover and not as somewhere worth visiting, but boy wasn’t I wrong, and boy wasn’t Zagreb a nice place to stay.

Zagreb felt more Mitteleurope than Balkans, more like a cute, well-kept mixture of Budapest and Vienna combined than a Sarajevo or Mostar, a place where trams went merrily around and where statues were moved about, facing the direction of the period’s enemy (or so does the story around Jelačić’s statue go).

This is a brief series of photos dedicated to its people: a nice, hospitable bunch (even though a cop dared suggest I support Juventus).

Zagreb has many tram lines…

…which are popular with its locals…

…and that makes for some photo opportunities…

…just one more!

Jelačić’s statue, today pointing towards Serbia, accordingly.

Zagreb market