Sometimes it feels boring stopping at contemporary hotels where you just want to reach your room, lay in your bed and fall asleep. Sometimes you want your road break to be as interesting as possible.
“Podu cu Lanturi” (Chain Bridge) Hotel will satisfy your expectations and you will surely want to come back again. It is situated in Bacau, on the way to Piatra Neamt and it is a medieval inn which will surprise even with the smallest details. If you like gothic style, you are exactly where you have to be, because the hotel is built according to this style, you can even find a fresco that contains images from the Middle Ages. It is painted by Horia Ghelu.
More than that, the restaurant and the menu are absolutely extraordinary! Imagine yourself trying dishes which where served more than 500 years ago! Imagine yourself enjoying a lunch or a dinner and eating chervil borsch and baked ram. Who has the courage to refuse such a lunch?
I was walking on that large street, called Pravlenskaya Street, in Peterhof, a town in Russia, wondering if I would ever get tired of that city. I had been living there for almost 5 years at that moment and I, literally, loved every single inch of it. With my headphones on my head, listening to my favourite Tsoi’s song „Gruppa Krovi” („Blood Type”), I stopped on that street looking around and realizing how much I wanted the time to stop. I was just ignoring the fact that in some weeks I would be far away from my beloved city. I had no idea how I would fill the emptiness in my heart, so I decided to continue walking, trying to keep intacly in my memory images of every corner of every street, of every building and of every bench on which I had ever sat on.
We are often used to look at cities from the bottom up. Often, places seen from above are simply taking your breath away. If we were to look at Ohrid, a city by the eponym lake in Macedonia, we would be amazed by how many church towers are arising among the ordinary buildings – 365 of them to be precise, one for every day of the year. But Ohrid is not only about spirituality, it is also about time that sits still, about taking a breath and enjoying life the primary way.Continue reading “Spirituality by the Lake – Ohrid”
A spiritual place which binds the past with the present on an axe of more than one thousand years, lies today under the sun of Austria, where the European monastic Christianity embodies an earthly kingdom. Melk Abbey, which is a Benedictine abbey, watches over the town of Melk from a rocky outcrop overlooking the Wachau Valley of the Danube river. Dating from 1089, the abbey was at first the residence of Leopold I, until 113 years later, his descendent, Leopold II, also Margrave of Austria, gave the castle to Benedictine monks from Lambach. Ever since, the monks have lived and worked here without interruption, thus Melk Abbey being one of the very few places which has continuously performed its function. A peculiarity that increases the value of this place is the double role it had in time, history registering it as both a secular and a theological site.
November 30, 1976, is a remarkable date for the city of Bacovia. The old house of Criste Cristoveanu has become over the years one of the most famous tourist attractions in the city of Bacău. The string of years has continued to surprise through considerable achievements, such as the one in 1978, when the operating space that had facilitated the construction of a unique tower in Moldova was obtained. One year later, the observatory was hosted in “The water tower” located on Trotuş Street, number 10. Then, in 1980, the activity of the observatory was encouraged through the purchasing of a planetarium and of two telescopes of 63/80 mm, from Germany.
A friendly handshake and a large smile set the tone for a new adventure, breaking the cloudy weather and the rainy mood with the positive vibration of optimism. I have O. by my side, a genuine tourist and a charming French woman with an overflowing refinement, in front of who any gloomy hint on my face dodges, clearly affected by the early waking in the morning, in combination with the gray tones of the weather. It was not the first city break in Iasi, but this time it was fair to call it my first “séjour en ville”. I started walking with shriveled steps, and with my hands clutching the umbrella, alongside cheerful O. She seemed to carry a bit of the French sun. Her attitude reminded me of a famous slogan: “London. Rain. Strong wind. Hairstyle lasts.”Only that in this context, what was lasting was the enthusiasm in our historical Iasi.
It’s nice to visit. It’s nice to take a walk on a joyful summer day. It’s nice to let your hair caressed by playful rays and blue eyes get lost in the blue sky. But these beautiful ideas crumble within hours, being replaced with more plastic expressions, when you feel like the sun beat your head as Doroftei beats his opponent. And that`s the way everything loses its charm, no matter how wonderful it is, because your eyes burdened with fatigue can`t perceive as beautiful anything but a soft bed next to an clock without alarm. The plan was to visit all the tourist attractions in Targu Neamt, and leave for the end the cherry on the cake. Situated somehow on the way home, at the end of the day Popa Museum from Tarpesti seemed to be placed there only to lengthen the agony. But how can you miss such a special place?, said a voice, urging us to revive our enthusiasm. Well, you wholeheartedly miss it out of ignorance, for you do not know and you have never heard of it. Placed deep in the heart of the village, it`s not too alluring to deviate from the road for it. But if you take a closer look, you’ll see the road is full of signs that indicate the same thing: Popa Museum. And then you acknowledge that it is given so much attention to it that it is shameful for you to still ignore it and treat it with indifference. Even if you’re tired and even if “museum” is not the most cheerful and refreshing word…
If a tired passerby would be walking on the street, he would turn his head to admire it. Delighting the eye from the distance, here is the place of honor of the city of Falticeni, having its foundation in history. You can read its rank as a monument in its distinguished architecture, wearing its solemn walls on a street of eternal fame. In its court rests the bust of the Romanian national poet who watches from eternity the oasis of culture that is known today as The Art Museum “Ion Irimescu”. The building revives through its appearance the 19th century, being a portrait of the neo Romanian spirit. The very brick lying at its basis carries manorial insignia, in 1846 becoming the residence of the Governor Alecu Forascu Botez. Its walls are history files, knowing only important statuses throughout the ages. It was, as follows, the County Administrative Palace of Suceava, Baia Prefecture headquarters, the headquarters of the District People’s Council of Falticeni, the Pioneers House and House of Culture. It’s been decades since under its mantle of prestige a valuable treasure is sheltered. To pay homage for the work of a lifetime of an enlightened mind, “Alecu Forascu Botez” house became an art museum, being passed in the possession of the artist Ion Irimescu. Continue reading “The Thesaurus of Falticeni”
Here we are, again in Iasi, sprinkling steps on historical streets that take us into the heart of culture. There’s a saying according to which all roads lead to Rome, but in the capital of Moldova somehow all roads lead to the Palace. Especially now, that everyone has heard about the reopening. Lured by the treasure locked until recently, we rushed in like the brave hero rushes into the cave when the seven-headed monster goes for a walk. But instead of “one chest” we have encountered many more, one more beautiful than the other. But let me take each at a time…
On top of the list of museums within the Palace of Culture was “Stefan Procopiu” Museum of Science and Technology. Or in other words sort of a “knock-knock, who’s there”, because we expected one thing and we found something totally different. Although the first section of the museum was the energy department, founded in 1961, instead of being presented the main forms of energy that were used, we entered the world of music. Currently arranged for the renovation project of the Palace of Culture, what greets us at the entrance of the museum is the department of recording sounds and playback, opened in February 1966. It includes a song performance, featuring the chronological evolution of sounds recording and playback. All the instruments it includes delight the eye and capture the viewer’s full attention, even without being put into action. When they`re turned on to do a demonstration, these musical hybrids became real beings that move gracefully and “voice” in hypnotic rhythms.
The Palace of Culture from Iași represents the expression of romanticism inspired from the official architecture, being built between 1906-1925, in neo-Gothic style, it was officially inaugurated in 1926, by the second King of Modern Romania, Ferdinand of Hohenzollern.
This palace is perceived as being the most important creation of I. D. Berindei, a Romanian architect, educated at the Parisian school.