It's Autumn

“The autumn knocks/ into my window one last time./ Donnez-vous la peine d’entrer, Madame...?"
This was Ion Minulescu’s question under the same sun a century ago, among the same copper leaves whispering under the lovers’ steps, under the same feline moody weather.
In 1943, as he was writing this, on the beautiful autumn days, the dwellers of Bucharest were making the Victory Avenue very crowded. A carriage could hardly go by there between 11 o’clock and noon. From the fashionable Capsa restaurant till the Palace Square, the side pavement was a real exhibition of ….everything. But most of all, of ladies’ outfits.
Different worlds coexisted here: some entered a store and got out as quickly and preoccupied, some were brought here by business, others just strolled out of boredom. Some came here because they had to, the others made it a habit.
The autumn is far better shown by the Victory avenue than by the thermometer or the calendar. Just like a real lady, she’s always dressed accordingly to the sky’s caprices. As long as you can see light clothes here, the autumn has not arrived in Bucharest yet.
These days, the street’s face was changed. No blue sky, no white clothes, no open terraces. Big raindrops were knocking in the shops’ windows, breaking on the pavement.

But today, the changing autumn weather brought us back the sun and the coming ad going began again, from the Savings Bank’s Museum to the Royal Palace…

White Night

Bucharest turned last Saturday night into a huge stage. The sleepless had the opportunity to take part in the first such event in our city, at the same time as the dwellers of Paris, Rome, Madrid, Bruxelles and Riga.
The day coincided with the 548th anniversary of Bucharest's first mention in an official document. After nightfall, the House of People became a huge screen for the lasers displays of the artists of "Urban Art". The ones who prefer concerts, theater shows, acrobats, extreme sports, huge dolls, parades or craftsmen could also chose according to their taste. There were contests and demonstrations, fireworks, grafitti, a multimedia show on Dambovita river and even an homage to Pavarotti. The museums were open all night long for their visitors. You could look at the town's panorama from he top of the Arch of Triumph.
Those who sacrificed a good night's sleep say it was worth it. Maybe I'll go too, next time, and tell you more about it.

A new beginning

Here we are again. New books, new students, new tasks. Lots of work to be done concerning our common project.
The Comenius project is going very slowly in our school because I have not met the teachers in our team. The general timetable has not allowed it yet. On the other side, we have not received the financial contract. So, we have not booked yet.
What about the rest? I only know about Irina.
Hope we can really start working.