Bucharest went full on this year with the Christmas lights.
Everywhere you turn, too-much-of-good-thing-is-a-good-thing sparkles, flashes, drips and runs along along a wire changing colors. Stars, boxes, balls of strings of lights, angel wings, scissors? maybe they are lollypops? garlands and my absolute favorite, along Aviatorilor for what seems like miles, illuminated umbrella trees.
The Bu's most-loved bookstore's creaky wooden floors, window seats and book-lined stair cases remind me of Powells in Portland (sans the used-book option, sad face) complete with a cozy cafe in the cave serving pages and pages of different kinds of tea in adorable teapots. What the heck took me so long to get to the the extra gezellig Carturesti?
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 