I am not looking for perfection. Like many said it before me, perfection is static. It is carved in stone. Unmovable. Dead. I’m looking for the opposite. I’m looking for life.

As I write these words to you, outside it is raining and a gush of fresh air creeps inside the [still] heated room.

I’m reading these days “Pages about the Romanian soul” by Constantin Noica, one of the most amazing philosophers I laid my eyes on. I wish I had the knowledge to translate some of his words to you so you can understand for yourselves this feeling that lives inside of me every time I get to go around this country.

We’ve been to Brasov for one day. One glorious day. Actually morning, but who is counting. Got there around 8 on a Sunday morning when everything is quiet and peaceful, so peaceful that at a first glance you imagine you walk through a ghost city. That is the moment I love Brasov the best. When people are still asleep in it, when the city allows you to peek inside its soul for a brief moment, when it helps you to find yourself. Your own soul.

One always tends to find himself in old cities. I know I do.

After a long stroll and some hundred photos later we stopped for a coffee. Blessed be that soul that prepared my almond flavored one, cause I still think about it.

Enjoying a cup of coffee in quiet Brasov is something to be wrote down in everyone’s Bucket’s lists.

Here’s to this glorious city, here’s to all these amazing people living in it or dreaming of living in it. Here’s to all of you that would put on your lists a visit to Brasov after seeing these pictures.

Long post ahead and I am not even sorry. Enjoy!

Postcard from Brasov.

More about Brasov you can find on my blog here. And next post will be about Zarnesti and Tohan, two small villages close to Brasov.

P.S. The photos look much better when you click on them. The size is too big to fit them horizontally, so they will look kind of blurry.

Much love,

Rose