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…