Old men sit on the benches in front of the shop drinking coffee with a fragrance that delicately tickles the nostrils. The gilded marble facade of a branch of a Turkish bank stands near the new Air Bosnia office. Malaysian soldiers who look like teenage boys play with children and take each other's photographs with Bosnian girls. Someone is fishing from the stone wall beside the Miljacka river. A cobbler mends shoes behind a sheet of glass.
Preparations are underway in the Sarajevo museum for the first post-war exhibition.
What is regarded in the West as lunchtime approaches. Fahrudin Sehic, the owner of the Una Restaurant on Prota Batkovic Street waits in front of his door for clients. The best ones are officers, soldiers and employees of various missions, and they cross his palm with Deutsche Marks, universally regarded as legal tender in Sarajevo. In accordance with the strictures of the Koran, no alcohol is served in the cheap bar nearby, which is crowded with voluble natives. A group of strictly-veiled Muslim girls hurries along the street.