Its capital received us with a dull sky, autumn coolness and the concrete walls of the airport with steel lifts. The architecture of Bucharest is a combination of brutal concrete boxes and fine modern buildings, bearing an imprint of time.
In the last day I was feeling a little shivery. I’d dressed in all the clothing I had brought, and went down and sat near the road. Stayed with the houses across the street, which were looking at me with their sad eye-windows, I began to paint their portrait.
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