Autumnal reverie

Strange days in Bucharest. Something in the air the last few days. The city undergoes a transformation around this time every year. University students are returning to the city to begin the new school year. The others are returning to the city from their holidays in Bulgaria or Greece. Ahh, how I already miss August and September, when the city was mostly vacant, when traffic was at an ebb, when you could always a good seat in the good cafes. Saturdays and Sundays were particularly pleasant, as those who are otherwise stuck in the city would leave for the mountains or seaside for the weekend.
But all that’s changing. My friends and I can anticipate the closing of the many wonderful terraces we’ve been frequenting since April. The evenings are getting darker and chillier, earlier and earlier. And the girls of Bucharest.. ahh, the beautiful girls of Bucharest. Still going out in those beautiful sundresses, short skirts, bare arms and necks, still tan from the seaside… as if, by their own force of nature, in all their feminine splendor, in all their summer couture, they can, for a few days more, keep autumn at bay.
Yesterday, was hot and humid. I went with friends to the opening of Anim’est, a animation film festival, at [Theatre] for an 8 pm screening. It was sweltering outside. By the time we exited the theatre two hours later, it was cold, windy, wet. Today was even colder, windier, and wetter. This afternoon I was in the back of a cab, staring rather gloomily out the window at piata Romana, contemplating this blogpost and trying to ignore the cab driver, who kept looking back at me, asking me if I have a ‘gadganca’ here (I don’t), and thinking please turn around and stop before you run this red light. Stops quickly in the middle of the crosswalk. Then screech, wham! Rear-ended. By a Mercedes, what else. Yes, autumn is here. I got out, walked home in the rain.
Alas, before too long, the Indian summer will arrive. We’ll all move back outside to soak in the last vestiges of warm weather and sunlight. The girls will take out those light, loose, sleeveless dresses one last time, and [all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well].
Bucharest rain

Bucharest rain

Strange days in Bucharest, something in the air of late. Actually, the city is returning to normal – the aberration has in fact been the last two months.

o bucureșteancă

o bucureșteancă

I already miss August and September. The city was mostly vacant then. Traffic was at an ebb and you could always find a seat at the modish and familiar cafés. Weekends were even better, as the workaday folk made haste for the mountains or the seaside. But all that’s changing. Now, recursively, college students are pouring into the city from the provinces for another academic year; others are returning from their holidays in Bulgaria or Greece. Soon will close the many wonderful terraces I’ve frequented since April. The evenings get darker and chillier, earlier and earlier. And the girls of Bucharest. Ahh, the beautiful girls of Bucharest. Still they go out in those beautiful sundresses, short skirts, bare arms and necks, still a bit tan from the seaside… as if, by their own force of nature, in all their feminine splendor and summer couture, they can, for a few days more, keep autumn at bay.

anim'est

anim'est

And just last Friday it was so hot and humid. I went with friends to the opening of Anim’est, an animation film festival, at the newly-renovated Union Cinema for an 8 pm screening. It was still sweltering outside. But by the time we exited the theatre two hours later, it was cold, windy, wet. Yesterday was even colder, windier, wetter.

Driving conditions have worsened. I can’t remember the last time it rained here, and evidently neither can anyone who drives these slick streets (pedestrians beware). Yesterday afternoon I was in the back of a cab, staring rather gloomily out the window at piața Romană, contemplating this blogpost and trying to ignore the cab driver, who kept looking back at me, “hei, domnul, ai gagică?” “Nu.” “Vrei?” “Nu.” “Ai înțeles?” “Da.” I’m thinking to myself, please turn around and stop at this red light, now! Which he just does, screechingly and in the middle of the crosswalk. Half a second later there’s another screech, followed by a wham! We’re rear-ended. It was a Mercedes (of course), which I could identify by the grill the guy was clutching in his hands as he stormed up to the cab. Fuck it. Got out, paid the cabbie (I even had the nerve to ask for the change), and walked home in the rain.

piața Revoluției

piața Revoluției

Yes, autumn is here. Alas, the Indian summer will arrive before too long (I’m holding out for Wednesday), and we’ll all move back outside to soak in the last vestiges of warm weather and sunlight. The girls will take out those light, loose, sleeveless dresses one last time… and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.

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3 responses to “Autumnal reverie

  1. Marco Amaro

    The other day, Janna and I were commenting how Chicago weather is so like Sfantu Gheorghe weather…its been a fall rain here for a week! Great post dude…I so wanna visit. I’m so jealous. I want to ride in that cab, and get rear ended. I wanna frequent the cafes…anyways, we’ll see you soon. That weekend is gonna be a blast. We’re doing a few covers for our show that you guys will definately enjoy!

  2. cristina

    vai, mi-e dor de Romania!!!!!!!! mai ales de Bucurestiul 🙂

  3. Frumoasa prima poza, casa Vernescu.

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