“Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would be he of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This city now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.” — William Wordsworth, Upon Westminster Bridge
A poem describing a city so close to my heart, London.
And yet, standing on stari savski most, the Sava coursing below, trams, trucks and taxis grinding past, those words could equally well describe Belgrade.
Bridges are not simply roads across rivers or ravines. They connect, they join. Every great city has bridges which help define it. London has countless bridges, each with its own beauty. Sydney has its magnificent Harbour Bridge and the just as impressive but less well-known Anzac Bridge. New York the Brooklyn Bridge, San Francisco the Golden Gate.
And Belgrade? Has its bridges, this, one of the older, nestles in between its rivals and offers a good vantage point for gazing in awe at the beautiful shining spire of the new most na adi to which I will return.
A bridge over troubled waters? Or a bridge to a new future?
Time will tell.