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| Not a London double-decker bus |
In Macedonia Square by the stone bridge, the Archaeological Museum in front of me to the right. The River Vardar quite narrow, shallow and fast flowing. Behind me, the truly massive equestrian statue of Alexander the Great, although for political reasons it is known as the Warrior on Horseback (Greece hates any reference to Alexander and Macedonia here). Sun shining, clouds, gentle breeze.
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| Don't call him Alexander the Great |
The most amazing thing about this place is that it exists, a complete culture and nation that practically no one outside knows about. It is like a secret land, hiding in plain sight. This ensemble – the square, statues, river, buildings, is astonishing. Although quite new, it has an eternal, classical feel to it. It brings to mind The Ideal City, usually attributed to the architect and artist Fra Carnevale.
Flight here from Luton, alas – with Wizz Air – was also rather magical: I fell asleep as is my wont, and woke up thinking I had had a short nap, to hear the captain announce we were beginning our descent – I’d slept for over two hours. Incredibly cheap ticket – just over £100. Accommodation cheap too, about 130 euros for four nights, even though I will only sleep three – my plane leaves Monday evening, so I can use the place during the afternoon.
Met at the airport by a cheerful chap who spoke a little English. Said there were few tourists coming here – something that will change, I am sure. New airport, pretty relaxed passport control. Road good on the way in, lots of Turkish companies in evidence – Halkbank etc. and the airport is Turkish-run, the taxi driver said. Ads for solar panels – some of which I saw in fields flying in, as well as some small-ish wind turbines in the distance. The villages have that characteristic spider web appearance – houses joined by tracks. Beautiful landscape flying in – very hilly, covered in thick but low vegetation, few roads – mostly dirty tracks.
Once I arrive at my flat, at 21 Dimitrie Cupovski, very close to the centre, out again to buy a few groceries, water and some apples. Which they only sold in big packs in the nearby Kam supermarket. The lady on the till looked a typical ex-communist worker: really unhappy with her lot, unsmiling. Seemed fairly tranquil out last night, and still very quiet now. A couple of street dogs – large – lie in the sun. Sparrows abound, as do pigeons. Also saw a hooded crow. Quite a lot of green here, probably because it is all quite new.
A fair number of electric scooters, ridden by people smoking as they go – lots of cigs here. On the way in last night, on the verge by the traffic lights, there was a Roma woman – young, early 20s, with her three small children, all under five. She was begging from the cars that had stopped at the lights, and the children were, well, surviving somehow, as the traffic zoomed around them.
People out running along the river – lovely location. A man selling sunglasses – the sun is indeed bright – might have to put mine on. People out walking their dogs.
Flight here from Luton, alas – with Wizz Air – was also rather magical: I fell asleep as is my wont, and woke up thinking I had had a short nap, to hear the captain announce we were beginning our descent – I’d slept for over two hours. Incredibly cheap ticket – just over £100. Accommodation cheap too, about 130 euros for four nights, even though I will only sleep three – my plane leaves Monday evening, so I can use the place during the afternoon.
Met at the airport by a cheerful chap who spoke a little English. Said there were few tourists coming here – something that will change, I am sure. New airport, pretty relaxed passport control. Road good on the way in, lots of Turkish companies in evidence – Halkbank etc. and the airport is Turkish-run, the taxi driver said. Ads for solar panels – some of which I saw in fields flying in, as well as some small-ish wind turbines in the distance. The villages have that characteristic spider web appearance – houses joined by tracks. Beautiful landscape flying in – very hilly, covered in thick but low vegetation, few roads – mostly dirty tracks.
Once I arrive at my flat, at 21 Dimitrie Cupovski, very close to the centre, out again to buy a few groceries, water and some apples. Which they only sold in big packs in the nearby Kam supermarket. The lady on the till looked a typical ex-communist worker: really unhappy with her lot, unsmiling. Seemed fairly tranquil out last night, and still very quiet now. A couple of street dogs – large – lie in the sun. Sparrows abound, as do pigeons. Also saw a hooded crow. Quite a lot of green here, probably because it is all quite new.
A fair number of electric scooters, ridden by people smoking as they go – lots of cigs here. On the way in last night, on the verge by the traffic lights, there was a Roma woman – young, early 20s, with her three small children, all under five. She was begging from the cars that had stopped at the lights, and the children were, well, surviving somehow, as the traffic zoomed around them.
People out running along the river – lovely location. A man selling sunglasses – the sun is indeed bright – might have to put mine on. People out walking their dogs.
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| The old bazaar, similar to Sarajevo's |
Across the bridge, past the South East European University, into the old bazaar. Very extensive – far bigger than in Sarajevo, but very similar in feel. Full of shops offering jewellery, the main tourist gift here, it seems. Beyond the bazaar lies the real Skopje market – quite small compared to Bishkek et al. A few cats around, a few very large stray dogs. Rock music playing from cafés, a very lazy feel to this fine Saturday morning. Few tourists – seems mostly locals that are out.
Back to the flat, then out to get Denar. Found ATM, that charged me £5 commission per transaction. But no choice: I need them for the taxi to the airport when I leave. Then back to the bazaar, taking a right, not left, past the Historical Museum and Art Gallery – closed. Then a long walk uphill to the Museum of Contemporary Art. It seemed closed at first, but as I walk around, it opens – well, one room, done out in garish red for a single theme exhibit. I sense a pattern here. Feels very like Sarajevo’s historical museum, rather run down, half-hearted, but they probably lack funds. More people out now, enjoying the sun and the warmth.
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| Museum of Macedonia |
To the Museum of Macedonia. No sign of how to enter. I go to the museum shop, which is where you buy the entrance ticket, apparently, costing 100 Denar – about £1.40. No one else here, of course. Historical section about the liberation of Macedonia – very recent, 1940s. Civil war in Greece (1946-49). All so recent. Clearly a lot of suffering back then.
To the ethnological part, which is larger, but equally deserted. Halls full of mannequins wearing ornate national costumes – lots of red and black. They look frozen, like a meeting of faceless zombies… Dug-out canoes, wooden wagons, threshing instruments. Lots of pix of traditional house buildings, but too dark to see well. One room looks very Turkish, seats around the walls, lots of carved wood, as in Topkapı Saray. A “town reception room” apparently.
I discovered why everything was so dark: I forgot to take off my sunglasses…
Back to the old bazaar, to here, “Eski Kasaba” – the old town. A burektore – börekci in Turkish, a kind of pie shop, selling börek. Eating one with meat, another with cheese, wrapped in slightly oily puff pastry. Delicious, and just £3 for the two, plus a glass of tea.
I forgot to mention: weirdly they have lots of red double-decker buses here, apparently 202 of them bought as part of the Skopje 2014 project…
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| St. Clement of Ohrid’s flying saucer church |
To St. Clement of Ohrid’s flying saucer church. Quite effective. Inside, every surface is covered with painting/frescoes – all with strong blues and reds and yellows. The iconostasis is huge, but oddly unimpressive. North of the church a big, a Macedonian flag flutters in a desultory fashion. With its form and colours, it has always struck me as rather similar to the Japanese “Rising Sun” flag. But now that I am here, seeing it everywhere, I detect another congruence: to the Union Jack. Make of that what you will…
Walking around the area to the west, where there are quite a few restaurants, then back to my flat for tea. UHT milk – usually tasting of plastic – remarkably tolerable. Out to the main square, full of people, then taking a right through the huge “City Trade Center” mall that runs alongside the river. A strange atmosphere inside: vast and yet not very glitzy, but not exactly rundown either.
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| Another relic of Skopje 2014 |
Then north over the Phillip II bridge, past the semi-derelict Jack Sparrow galleon, to here, by the Foreign Ministry. In front, there are curious statues of couples, neither classical nor modern. Lots of litter everywhere, although it has to be said my block of flats very clean – a woman was washing the floor this morning, eyeing me suspiciously.
South over the Bridge of Art – adorned with 28+1 statues of artists – all men. To the north, the huge pepper-pot design of the Public Prosecutor's Office. The south side very like the South Bank, full of pubs and restaurants. Rather wider – but then the river is narrower than the Thames… On the north side, there are some female statues in front of the Macedonian Opera and Ballet – only nine, and all ancient. The opera and ballet seemed closed, at least today. And pretty run-down. The Philharmonic of the Republic of Macedonia hall more impressive – a huge bulbous edifice – but closed. Its orchestra on tour in Germany apparently – Bonn this evening. Lovely end of day atmosphere as the sun declines, the wind rises, and people sit peaceably by the river.
South over the Bridge of Art – adorned with 28+1 statues of artists – all men. To the north, the huge pepper-pot design of the Public Prosecutor's Office. The south side very like the South Bank, full of pubs and restaurants. Rather wider – but then the river is narrower than the Thames… On the north side, there are some female statues in front of the Macedonian Opera and Ballet – only nine, and all ancient. The opera and ballet seemed closed, at least today. And pretty run-down. The Philharmonic of the Republic of Macedonia hall more impressive – a huge bulbous edifice – but closed. Its orchestra on tour in Germany apparently – Bonn this evening. Lovely end of day atmosphere as the sun declines, the wind rises, and people sit peaceably by the river.
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| Philharmonic of the Republic of Macedonia |
A Polish group of tourists get explications. Earlier, I heard Greek, in the pie shop there were Turks (who spoke to the staff there in Turkish). Also worth noting the use of Albanian on signs here – the other official language. A fair number of women wearing headscarves – I can’t make out if they are all locals, or visitors… Probably the former.
19.4.26
On the way to the Museum of the City of Skopje in the hope that it might be open, I pass a typical post (?) communist building. Very odd proportions – squat, with the stumpiest columns at its base – completely out of place. The columns’ capitals look like smudged approximate versions of the Corinthian style. Moreover, the columns themselves are made of fibre glass (I think), certainly flimsy and hollow.
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| How not to do columns and capitals |
I write this sitting by another such building, with the enigmatic name of “BMPO-ΔΠMHE”, which apparently stands for “Internal Macedonian Revolutionary Organisation – Democratic Party for Macedonian National Unity”, which really rolls off the tongue. Also very odd design, with all the windows bearing Michelangelo-esque pediments – each storey alternating round and triangular ones. A portico with four Ionic columns is stuck on the front, and in front of that, in a square currently closed off with graffiti’d corrugated iron, a weird column – quite low, with a bronze lion on the top. Seems to be commemorating various uprisings – 1903, 1922 etc., and dedicated to “Revolutionary Organisations”.
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| City museum with its symbolically stopped clock |
And of course, the museum is closed when I get there, even though a sign on the door says “open”… But wait, a man has opened it just for me… In the entrance hall, a frieze of pix shows Skopje on 26.7.1963 – ruined buildings everywhere as a result of the massive earthquake that struck that day. Apparently around 80% of the city was destroyed [I found out later that the clock on the front of this museum, which was the old railway station, is fixed to show the time 5.17am, the moment the earthquake struck the city].
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| Skopje before its neo-classical remodelling |
An amazing black and white pic of the city – perhaps taken in the 1960s – showing a depressing Soviet-style city, with many dull tower blocks in the centre, perhaps replacing the homes destroyed in the earthquake. The flying saucer church is there, looking very shabby, as is the old fort, but nothing of today’s neo-classical confection, which is much later. The bazaar is hard to make out. Interesting to see the blocks of flats where I am staying.
In the museum’s basement, ancient periods – the usual pots, coins, ornaments, vases – plus a rather fine 2nd century “Venus pudica” in good condition, from Roman Scupi. Makes you wonder who the original model was, 2,000 years ago. Most of the museum is closed off. Still no one here except me. Wonderful smell in these old, rather neglected museums – of ancient things…
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| Church of Saints Constantine and Helena. |
Walking north, past the new Church of Saints Constantine and Helena. Very unusual geometrical decoration of the external walls. Inside, super-chromatic frescoes. Rather nice. Alongside is the bell tower, with the similar geometric patterns. Very pleasant sitting in the morning sun here. A pedestrian precinct full of cafés and trees. Skopje has come a long way since that grim black and white panorama of the city 60 years ago. A man brings out a few second-hand books for sale; but who buys this stuff? 10 o’clock – the bells strike in the bell tower – a fine, clangorous sound.
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| The great mother goddess |
To the Archaeological Museum. From the archaic necropolis of Korošišta - 6th century BCE helmet + gold pectoral + other bits – impressive. Must have been thriving at that time. The museum is very modern, very well presented. The most impressive things I’ve seen so far are the votive offering boxes (?) - human figures, mostly female, on top of empty spaces, presumably for offerings. These are from 8,000 years ago… Some have interesting octopus-like legs attached – clear proof aliens visited us back then, no? The section with Macedonian armaments very interesting.
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| Just part of a huge and well-presented collection |
To the bazaar, and the horribly named Kebapçılnıca Turist restaurant next to the place I ate yesterday. Despite trying to avoid it, I end up eating veal, which I hate doing. It seems widely used here. A lot of tourists out: a group of very dark Tamil/Indians – Gastarbeiter? Also, a group of Muslims, looking quite Central Asian/Malaysian. Very hot out, but a slight breeze.
To be fair, all the restaurants and shops are pretty relaxed – no pushy selling as in some places. Similarly, in the museums, everyone is very helpful. (Fabulous bread – pide. The muezzin calls to prayer – such an evocative sound…). Everyone is smoking here – even in the restaurant, next to small children. Macedonia still has a long way to go in this respect. Surprising number of electric mobility vehicles here – would not have expected them. Also far too many electric scooters – going fast… But no electric cars that I’ve seen. I’ve also not seen pregnant women here: I wonder if that is because they don’t go out, or is indicative of a demographic problem. There seem to be plenty of children, so presumably the former.
The Archaeological Museum is really well done: exhibits well displayed, with good info – but only in English. One problem is that the building’s unusual shape – a very long and thin squashed ellipse – makes it hard to provide a logical flow from ancient to more recent. At times I had to backtrack to continue. Not a big issue, and the building is indeed rather fine.
It’s a pity that so many of the other museums and galleries here – including the National Gallery and the Museum of Contemporary Art – were closed. It made it hard to get a more rounded picture of Macedonian art and culture. But obviously they are tight for funds, and there are as yet few tourists to justify diverting funds.
In the Archaeological Museum there was a group of Greeks being shown around – nice hearing the language spoken. And I’ve heard German and English spoken today by tourists. Before, I’d heard Spanish and maybe Russian, and definitely Turkish. Indeed, judging by the signs everywhere, Turks form an important group as far as tourism is concerned. There is a greater presence of Islam than I expected – pretty much as in Sarajevo.
Out to the church of this morning, and I hear my first French tourists. Lovely atmosphere here in Macedonia Street (appropriately enough). The pedestrian street and its cafés in the shade, the church and its bell tower still baking in the hot afternoon sun. Quite a few people here have tattoos – mostly men, but a few women with more discreet ones.
This city is a great place to spend a long weekend, but the absence of much to see is a big drawback. Next time I come I would aim to hire a car and drive out to Ohrid with its lake, and elsewhere. The landscapes look very attractive, and with a car it would be easy to access some out-of-the-way places. The drivers seem vaguely sensible here, surprisingly.
There seem to be fewer women in scarves here than in the bazaar: is this the more cosmopolitan quarter perhaps? Also there’s the church here, whereas the bazaar area has several mosques reflecting its Ottoman heritage. The south side is more secular and Western.
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| The unfinished, hollow bell tower with its cabling |
Upon closer examination, the new bell tower is only partly finished: one third of the external marble (?) is still missing. It also seems entirely hollow: I wonder how they ring the bells… One thing conspicuous by their absence : Chinese tourists. Not a single one have I seen. Everywhere else – even Khujand, say, they were present. Here: 不是，没有… So the bell tower is indeed completely empty, but I can see at least two metal cables running the entire height, obviously connecting to the bells. Weird.
On the stone bridge, a balmy night. The Archaeological Museum looks splendid, of course. Hundreds out, enjoying the evening. I guessed this is how it would be. But hard to imagine how this spot looked 50/60 years ago, as shown in the black and white panorama. Different worlds.
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| Van Gogh would have loved those eddies |
To the west, a suitably thin crescent moon + planet. The reflected lights on the swirling river eddies create a Van Gogh-like effect. Into the bazaar. By the entrance, a man selling roast chestnuts. Quiet at first, further in it livens up, people out eating, drinking, smoking. Lots of small children, even though it is getting late…
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| The old bazaar by night |
Just seen my first pregnant lady. Do I get a prize?
On the way back from sitting by the river, I saw not one, not two, but three red double-decker buses – a herd of them. They were going home – I had seen them in a similar group last night. Has to be said that these Chinese-made buses are singularly dirty.
20.4.26
In the old fortress. Good view across the city, and west to the snow-capped mountains. The fortress is big – and mostly derelict ruins. Various buildings here of unknown use. Up in the highest tower, with a telescope on a platform that can’t be reached since the stairs have gone. Cigarette butts everywhere. Grass very green – probably full of poisonous snakes. Sunny, but with light clouds. On the way here – which is the same route as to the Museum of Contemporary Art – I passed a rusty howitzer sitting amid peaceable trees. A relic of past wars, presumably.
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| A view from a stone tower looking across the old fortress |
Looking east towards the bazaar, the minarets and characteristic metal domes are evident. I can also see the small church of the Ascension of Jesus where I hope to visit next. First Chinese tourists – one wearing a face mask, in the middle of a large open-air space… Needless to say, when I got there, the church was closed to visitors, even though it was supposed to be open, for no good reasons.
Into Ramstore Mall, which is as anonymous and depressing as malls everywhere. One minor difference: a sign on the door indicating “no guns”. To the Diamond Mall next door. More modern, better designed, pretty empty and still depressing. Quite a good bookshop – Literatura.mk.
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| No guns in this shopping mall, please |
To the Memorial House of Mother Teresa (with the rather splendid domain name memorialhouseofmotherteresa.com) – not something I would normally bother with, but there’s not much else to do here on a Monday (as in many cities, most museums are closed today). Interesting pic of Skopje 100 years ago – unrecognisable.
In the airport. One thing I forgot to mention is that along with a huge number of electric scooters, there are also WOLT deliveries zooming around everywhere.
Skopje has been very pleasant, aided by the splendid weather, although let down by the fact that half of the things to see were closed. Perhaps preparing for later. Also, I have to confess that Skopje was a little too familiar - it was clearly European, albeit with fascinating tinges of the Ottoman empire that linger on. I suppose I have been corrupted by my Central Asian travels. I now hanker for more of a cultural difference, if not shock. Bad me…
Looking at the departures board here, it is striking that there is one flight each to Bologna, London and Paris, seven to Germany, four to Turkey – three to Istanbul, and one to Izmir. The German flights are presumably migrant workers and their families coming and going, since there don’t seem to be many German tourists as such. Also two flights to Ljubljana, which is odd...
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