The women of tiny Donji Milanovac were ready for us with an impressive line-up of stands selling mostly lace work.  I pulled a pretty green sweater on over my blouse to see if it fit and looked around for a cruise-mate to tell me if it worked.  The lady selling the sweater had it handled and pulled out a mirror then showed me where to stand for the best light.   Having been relocated in 1970 due to a new dam this town of 1,500 has only a couple historic monuments and buildings to attract tourist trade, so the residents have to hustle.  Smiling boys sold honey beside out gang plank.  A kitten greeted us, yowling to be petted as we stepped off the ship.  The priest stood at the church entrance welcoming us with open hands.

Just downriver is the sculpture of Decebalus, the last king of Dacia.

The church was a surprise.  It was Serbian Orthodox, and seating was limited to a handful of decorative and severely uncomfortable chairs along the walls.  Those were for the infirm.  Everyone else is expected to stand for the length of the service–90 minutes to 2 hours.  Nobody sleeps through the sermons here.
A couple things I liked about the town were several mellow dogs, huge hydrangeas growing here and there, and a strange machine about the size of a golf cart that chugged along with little speed and a whole lot of clamor.  I couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be doing.