This spring I read an article about the life of expats, focusing on a Swedish diplomat life’s in Bucharest. Instantly I felt a connection with Alexander Peyre, as we have similar views on the city, and I reached out to him on Facebook. We met personally only a few months later, over a cup of ice coffee in Herastrau Park, and we exchanged lots of ideas about Bucharest’s identity and charm. Continue reading “The city of beautiful unexpected asymmetry”
Bucharest is anything but a city easy to discover. Its history is not written in the walls of the buildings, nor on the boulevards we pass by daily. Bucharest’s stories are hidden on tiny greenish yards, or in the walls behind the fences, and sometimes you can find them only on dusty books or in the memories of those who witnessed the former glory of the city.