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”
How many of us have not painted into their souls the stories that their grandparents used so tell at the fireside about the old life, about the customs and habits of ancient times? The memories were not buried along with our grandparents, but crept for a long time in our memory. These stories still inhabit our memories, and they revive every time we invoke them.
As a child, I was trying to portray in my mind people dressed in sprouts flax or hemp, who ransacked using the harrow the fertile soil in early spring or the women who, while snowdrifts covered the house, gathered for handicraft evening sittings and began to weave memories with the loom.
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