The worn remnants of former greatness. I remember the days when all this was being built and Bulgaria was a modern developed country. There are a lot of establishments now, some are fine, others are pulling the cat by the tail calling it jazz. The palace itself with a concert hall. Also worn. Bulgarians often smoke right at concerts, even at ballet. The fountains are working, illuminated. The vegetation is withered. But it's more or less pleasant in the evening. View of Vitosha Mountain, the pedestrian zone to the city center begins nearby.