A city which is hard to define. The “old” inner part is bustling at night with competing bars and restaurants and lots of young people out. Irish bars galore.
Look closely in the day and facades are crumbling or rebuilt. Partly due to conflicting laws after the fall of Ceausescu which means there are still property disputes. You get the sense of development of the city. And how cities act as heat radiators: it’s hot.
The Palace of Parliaments makes an impression. Equally good to find another Meron coffee shop. So a city of contrasts. Paris of the East? Not yet, good to aspire.
Tomorrow is a different ruse….
Travelling reflections 