My collection of random memorable moments.
A mint tea and rosewater flan break from all of the walking around Bucharest. Luscious.
“Scary” steps. Haha.
A small courtyard of artisans hosting a market.
Many Christmas markets offer freshly fried potato spirals, but I have never, until Bucharest, seen fresh pork skin spirals, ready to be fried! (I did not sample.)
The ubiquitous graffiti all over a university building. One of the features that binds all of us.
These warm, crusty rings of seeded goodness. They’re in at least Krakow and Istanbul, too.
A little more Paris, near the university.
A Barber Shop offering the latest in Bucharest styles?
Finally, no matter to where we travel, we’re never far from home.