I have always loved books, reading and losing myself in a good bookstore.
One of my earliest memories of childhood was my first visit to a library, being captivated by the rows of books.
Their colours, the smell of the books, magic, mystery and marvels awaiting the opening of the first page.
The bookstores that line belgradestreets are exceptional.
Many small shops bursting with hidden treasures.
Not yet dominated by the big chains with their identikit rows of airport novels.
Sipping a wine or a coffee in the street outside a bookstore on belgradestreets on a sunny summer day.
Does it get better than that?