Mostar is a confusing city.
We’ve been here about 12 hours.
The bridge is lovely. 
People bustled around last night — both visitors and locals (I assume) with the vibrance of any tourist destination.
But this morning’s quest for coffee drove home the urban blight — not a US city’s urban blight, but war’s scars still festering and ugly.
I took pictures so I could remember, but I won’t post them here. Not now anyway.
I drank my tiny cup of Turkish coffee at an outdoor coffee bar. All around me were signs in Bosnian. I was pretty pleased with how much I understood.
The sign that spoke the loudest, however, was in English. However, the reason it spoke so loudly wasn’t that it was written in my native tongue. It was the message —
The Stari Most, the bridge for which the city is known, is missing in the drawing, a casualty of the war that has since been rebuilt.
But, I dare say, the city and the country have not fully recovered.
The world has moved on.
Other cities have bombs dropping on them now.
But we who live in peace and safety mustn’t take it for granted.
Or forget.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
This wise and gentle reminder speaks straight to my heart. Happy arrivals. I can tell you are going to get and share tremendous and profound value from this trip.
I have seen the rebuilt bridge in Michael Palin’s series on travelling through eastern Europe. One hopes the old wounds can heal.
The bridge has been rebuilt and even though no one will ever forget what happened in 1993 that doesn’t mean that we have to be stuck in the past. The scars of war are still present, but the next generations will only read about it in History books!
Overall, Mostar is an excellent city to visit, the locals are very friendly towards tourists and the whole region is extremely beautiful.