I have always been confused about exactly how and why World War I began. On May 14, 2026, we visited Sarajevo and literally stood in the footsteps of Gavrilo Princip, the assassin of Archduke Ferdinand, heir to the throne of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. It was here in Sarajevo that Archduke Ferdinand was shot and here, in what was then Serbia, that the Serbians refused to turn the assassin over to Austro-Hungary to punish. The Austro-Hungarian Empire declared war on Serbia and the allies of Serbia and the Austro-Hungarian Empire piled on. And over this squabble millions of soldiers and citizens died. Sometimes World War II is described as a continuation of World War I, so the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand was momentous, indeed.
While Archduke Ferdinand traveled along the parade route through downtown Sarajevo, an assassin shot at his open car, but the bullet merely grazed the car. Instead of retreating to safety, the Archduke continued the parade to the town hall.
Three sets of assassins were planted along the parade route. When assassins shot at the Archduke's car on the return trip along the parade route, the driver ducked into an alley. The driver tried to turn the car around, but it stalled.
By chance, Gravilo, the least experienced of the assassins, was standing outside a cafe near the car, eating a sandwich. He saw his chance, grabbed his gun, and shot both the Archduke and his wife, Sofia. They both died. This is a replica of the Archduke's car in the spot where the Archduke and Sofia were killed.
The spot where the assassin stood.
We went inside the old town hall, now the national library.
This sign confirms the hostility that still exists between the participants in the Balkan Wars. It decries the "Serbian criminals" who burned down the National Library on the night of August 25, 1992. "Do not forget. Remember and warn!" it demands.

The center area of the National Library is particularly beautiful, with a magnificent stained class ceiling.
Today was the last day of our Balkans tour, and we spent the rest of walking tour visiting "one last" of the major categories of sights we saw throughout the last 19 days in the Balkans.
We visited one last, beautiful mosque.

We visited one last "ethnographic museum" housed in a Turkish-style house.
We visited one last bazaar.

We visited one last hilltop fortress with a great view.
And we treated ourselves to one last luscious Balkans dessert!
We flew home on May 15, 2026 and turned our attention to a different challenge---the broken water line that had resulted in our front yard being dug up!