The arrival in Sarajevo turned out to be quite an adventure: in the middle of a rainstorm, in a cab with a very brave/wild/crazy driver who, after about 40 minutes of U-turns, unexpected change of lanes and getting out of the car to ask for directions, finally reached our destination. He was a nice guy and we did our best to communicate with some mix of English and Croatian, but perhaps not the best ride.
I found the town of Sarajevo to have many faces: the more modern and high-end part of the town in the city center, with beautiful and new buildings unexpectedly appearing along the street, the historical old town, and the rest, where the buildings still retain metallic mementos of a war gone, not so long ago (read also: Sarajevo Roses.)
Visiting the Gallery 11/07/95 (about the Srebrenica massacre) was heart-breaking and, together with my visit to the museum in Mostar, it made me realize how little I knew about this area of the world and how little I knew about its recent history, stained with wars and atrocities that scarred many innocent lives.
It was strange and sad thinking that all that and more had happened merely 20 years ago, a feeling similar to the one visiting the genocide memorial in Rwanda.
But Sarajevo is still an active and lively town with nice places and restaurants to visit.
The old town is beautiful and with a lot of small shops to check out.
After Sarajevo, next was Belgrade for a 1-day stop, on the way to Sofia.