Born with the sun on my face.

I went to Piata Mare today. There was something strange about it. I have never been there before but I really felt like I had. Parts of it reminded me of the OC fair. The casual banter between vendors, the quality of the goods. I didn’t buy anything, but after leaving I ran into a little bakery and I gave in and treated myself to a cafe frappe and a Dunarea. (A “danube”?) I’m not sure what this desert entailed but it was delicious. I also picked it because it had a heart on it and it looked Valentine’s Day-ish and I thought it would be cute for myself.

After munching, I started going on random roads hoping I would hit Str. Nicolae Alexandrescu. Somehow I did. And this was the first thing I saw:

This street is sort of residential, and doesn’t have much to see so I kept walking. It looked like an average neighborhood, but gradually started getting messier and more village-looking. It was quiet, and I was talking pictures of random tagging and gates and things that looked old and wonderful. I took a picture of a gate/alleyway when all of a sudden, the gate shook towards me and a rush of adrenaline started pumping through my veins. A dog started pounding on the gate, and a couple more pounds and it felt like he would’ve knocked it down, I moved away quickly. I did snap a picture first though. I definitely have my priorities in order.

I spoke with a woman about the hospital, she told me a story about someone who broke their spine a few steps from me and was rushed there, even though it’s a gynecological/maternity hospital. Interesting I thought. There were holes in the ground that lead to the underground water/drainage system, and that’s how lots of people would get hurt. I ran into the hospital. It had huge walls, and I couldn’t go in. I didn’t really try to talk myself into it, the guard was kind of rude and I didn’t want to deal with it so I left. It looked like I thought it would look. Big and creepy, and sort of Shutter Island-esque. There was an interesting sculpture in the courtyard, but because of the lovely guard, I couldn’t photograph anything. It’s okay. You guys aren’t missing much. I was born in the “Jewish” section of this hospital. I’m not really sure why or what that means. It was interesting, nonetheless, and I’m glad I went even though I mostly just saw the walls on the outside.

The hospital of good news. Mostly Noemi.

I walked around, got lost, started going towards an orthodox church because that’s the only thing I could identify on the skyline. I found an art museum. I really liked it, and I only looked at the outside/sculptural exhibit. I plan on going inside of these days as well.

Taggers marked the title of the museum. Can’t decide if I love this more than I hate it.

In the courtyard of the museum there was a pack of dogs. They were all super cute and gentle. I took some video and I’ll probably post it later.

Overall, pretty nice day.