We flew to Bucharest, a very flat valley full of greens and yellows (rapeseed).

There was a bit of a kerfluffle about needing an international driver’s license to rent a car. But Wm saved the day and we climbed up the mountains to the old section of Brasov, in Transylvania (bla, ha ha). The guesthouse has some baby guests residing by a bathroom window.

Baby Pigeons

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