When it comes to holidays, I have a long, unwritten list of places I’d like to go, some easier to reach than others: Portugal, for instance, where I’ve never been. Or Georgia, Uzbekistan, that part of the world. Anywhere, really, that promises to be interesting. Even in Germany there are still corners that call to me.
Bosnia and Herzegovina, I must confess, was not on the list. But when I floated Istanbul this year, the best wife in the world said, ‘No. Sarajevo. And Mostar.’ So in October, that’s where we went. And what can I say? It was an excellent decision. (Istanbul is merely a pleasure deferred.) Here are a few reflections on our trip.



























