As we continued our tour of what we thought was the Old Town of Bucharest on foot, we enjoyed a lavish visual feast. Not all of it pleasant, but all of it interesting. Immensely interesting.

Christiane was using a walker on this trip and it worked fine, except when she encountered steps or cobblestone. She was tortured by them. And frankly, they were everywhere. Needless to say this hampered her enjoyment. Part of the problem is that when she walks she must keep her eyes glued to the ground to avoid falling.  On these streets that was a constant danger.

Christiane and her siter Huguette

Graffiti can be found in Bucharest in abundance again, like so many other European cities. It has been called the art of the people. I have to admit I like it—sometimes. I don’t think it is fair to mar private or public property with it, but sometimes it is compelling.

As well, we found interesting art on the walls of Bucharest.

Someone found “fun shit” in Bucharest.

We were also urged to “start thinking” in Bucharest. That is never bad advice.

Finally we encountered this wild man in Bucharest who had come all the way from St. Boniface.

It was a great little visit in Bucharest, despite the disappointment of the Hop-on Hop-off bus