Four Legs, Cobblestones, and Paradoxes: A Walk Through the Bucharest That Pretends to Love Dogs, and Sometimes Actually Does
You wake up on a Saturday morning with the sun cautiously filtering through your apartment curtains, and you feel it. The familiar, insistent stare. You sense it before you see it. The fixed, hypnotic gaze of your best friend, patiently waiting for the sacred ritual of the walk. You grab the leash—the classic urban umbilical cord—and head out. Buch...