For a small city like Bratislava, there are quite a lot of sculptures, some at the most unlikely places. I was expecting huge statement pieces from the Soviet era, but so far found none. To the left is Julius Satinsky, actor, comedian, and a civil movement supporter. His statue is perched outside a cafe, under a huge ear, pregnant with meaning.
This quirky figure, looking like Napolean, appeared to be eavesdropping in the Main Square. The young couple who was sitting on the bench very politely pulled back to allow me to take this picture. Napolean's army attacked Bratislava twice, and the man himself visited the city in 1809. 
Not quite sure what this sculpture depicts. It stands in a negleceted patch next to the Radisson Hotel in the Old Town. Often in the Old Town, there are shady areas perfect as a refuge from the fierce heat. It was 31 degrees C today. I got lost, and the journey from the Old Town back to the hotel took the best part of 2 hours, by which time I was exhausted from the heat. The journey, as the crow flies, should take no more than 30 minutes.
Two beautifully crafted iron work in the Old Town. They are little gems from a bygone era. Today, the thoroughfares in the Old Town were overflowing with tourists, most of them sporting T shirts and three-quarter length trousers, not the most pleasing of attire. In contrast, the promenade along the River Danube was deserted, perhaps because there are no shops there to attract tourists and their compunction to buy souvenirs.
