Saturday, April 27, 2013

The Bucharest Conga


Another day on the hoof yesterday. It was quite an adventure, too. I didn't get lost, exactly -- I knew where I needed to go -- but in this crazy city of diagonal streets and traffic circles, I had some trouble finally getting there!

But I'm getting ahead of myself.


I went out about 8 a.m. and wandered south through the city, and then north again, photographing my usual mix of street art, people and storefronts. My eventual goal was Cismigiu Gardens, a sort of Central Park in Bucharest.


The gardens are a shady oasis, particularly on a hot day like yesterday. Romanians apparently do not share the American obsession with lawns -- while quite beautiful, the grassy expanses of the park were permitted to get shaggy and run to dandelions, rather than being strictly manicured. Which I liked.

There's a big lake in the center of the park, and it was producing the most unearthly noises. I thought they were being made by birds, but then I realized they were coming from the water. And then I saw the culprits.

Yes, I am such a city boy that I can no longer recognize the sound of a frog. Depressing, really. There were tons of them, and about a bazillion tadpoles, which was uplifting and encouraging. A healthy new generation!

On an outdoor terrace in the park I had an inexpensive lunch of poached eggs and polenta, which is a common Romanian staple. (It's basically grits. I had a good ol' Southern meal!)

Then I walked over to the river to see the Opera House and Casa Radio, a gigantic ruin of a building that was built under the Communists but apparently never occupied. And then I headed back to my hotel, except...

I hit construction. As in, road construction. Which fouled up even my pedestrian instincts. Pretty soon I was far north of where I wanted to be, and only an hour or so of zig-zagging beneath a hot sun brought me back to the hotel. Whew!


Last night we went to a wild restaurant with live music. A jazz quintet, in fact, playing standards like "Stardust" and "Caravan," at least at the beginning. Pretty soon it turned into a sort of Romanian Lawrence Welk show, with various guest singers and folk dancers, and the table of Romanians behind us got really into it, dancing in the aisles. Pretty soon we were all in a conga line around the room. I loved that place.

By the way, sorry for not keeping up with everyone else's blogs. I have very little computer time here, since I'm using Dave's laptop and he has a lot of pesky actual work to do. I'll catch up with you all after I get back home tomorrow.

6 comments:

Elizabeth said...

What a great post -- and I love that you got into a conga line and dance with the locals!

Ms. Moon said...

I like the Bucharest street art. That first photo is just priceless.

Lynne said...

Where you as scared as that creature looks in the first photo when you were lost in the streets? :) I am not good at navigating an unknown city's streets, even with a map.

I would have joined the conga line too, sounds like a lot of fun!

Linda Sue said...

Your sense f direction must be really good- I got lost just reading about the diagonal streets and round abouts...LOVE the city park with it's unkempt nature, anywhere with dandelions is a welcoming place, I reckon. WOW your trip is a quick one, glad that you are making every moment count- loving the photos! I am suspicious of the nose on the guy in the last shot...hmmm.

The Bug said...

I had grits & eggs yesterday!

Today at church I got accosted by a lady who was upset at how scraggly the church yard looked (I'm in charge of that now). I was all apologetic & telling her that we're working on it - but then I went outside & realized that the yard looks just fine! But I do prefer a more "natural" look to something overly manicured. There might have to be a difference of opinion on the yard between me & that lady :)

Helene Titsch said...

A major 'smile worthy' post here. Love it!