I love Belgrade from all angles, even the air. Flying in one banks over a certain house that is distinctly visible, down to its details, and that’s because it’s not strictly a house, more of a Palace, the dimensions of which closely resemble a New York City block. From the air it is marvelous and from the ground it is also pretty swell. Beauty on a grand scale just proves that more is better.

Since I’ve been in Belgrade I’ve rented all over town. I’ve seen the city from the suburbs to the center of the universe. The center of the universe being a bar called Tezga. This would be the equivalent of ‘Cheers’ to some, or the Green Parrot to others. While there are no live bands there are live humans who are reliably intriguing and I’ve had the pleasure of filling my Serbian cellphone with numbers of cool, hot, smart, funny types. All of them introduced to me by my pal Igor (Igor Stojanović whose grandfather was the personal bodyguard of my mother HRH Princess Jelisaveta Karađorđević back in the day!). He knows everyone and spends so much time at Tezga I’m surprised they don’t charge him rent.

Speaking of rent, it is Igor who arranges for my rentals. A side business in between hooking up with hotties and frolicking with them on the beaches of Montenegro in summer and skiing the slopes of Kopaonik in winter.

My current apartment, the Pigeon Palace, is my favorite of all and not only because it’s a minute’s walk from Tezga. The place is a top floor with windows drawing in sunshine all around, turret style, I even have a view of the spectacular glowing coral sunsets. This was once an attic occupied by pigeons and ever since the renovation the evicted pigeons huddle like refugees from surrounding rooftops and occasionally make fly-bys, or even attempt to settle on the many sills.

Sorry birds, it’s a dynastic thing, I’m here and I’ve taken over.

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