…doesn’t take much time. The town is not so big, and there’s really not all that much to see. I took in all the main sights within about three hours, and that was taking it slowly. There are some churches, some museums, some ruins, some old fortress walls, a mosque, an ancient Roman amphitheatre…and that’s basically everything. Here’s some pictures.
One thing I learned is that McDonald’s in Bulgaria has a special menu for the homeless:
…just kidding. It actually says ‘Novo’ or ‘new’, but I couldn’t resist. Even knowing what it said, it still made me giggle a little. Especially given it’s just toast and cheese.
My favourite place in Plovdiv was actually a restaurant, the name of which I’d forgotten. It was a two minute walk from the hostel with good service, good prices, an English menu with pictures and lamb shasliks that were simply to die for. I went there twice, and would happily return for another oversized meal of delicious tender lamb with a hearty shopska salad. The only thing I found disturbing was that the menu had more offal dishes than dishes made with actual meat. I’ve tried various organs [accidentally in Cambodia two years ago…it wasn’t what I meant when I ordered chicken] and can honestly say that I found them absolutely revolting. You couldn’t pay me to eat liver or lungs or heart or kidneys or anything other than ‘proper’ meat again. You could, however, entice me to take a few pictures of some of the offensive menu items.
Mainly because looking at them again made me giggle…albeit in a nauseated fashion. I know that most of the world eats these parts of animals, but I’m happy to stick to my conservative tastes when it comes to bits of dead things I’ll eat! Call me fussy.