
Bucharest in Summer. What remains in a city that forgets to rush
In summer, the city empties quietly. No grand farewells, no drama. It simply dissolves, wave by wave, under the current of vacations heading for the seaside, the mountains, or anywhere but here. Bucharest is left behind like a party that ended long ago—slightly worn out, but finally spacious; the city seems to catch its reflection and doesn’t quite...