Bucharest, Romania

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Read Michael’s article, ‘The Crumbling Beauty of Bucharest

FROM ‘MARA, MARIETTA’
Intermezzo 12: Lucia

Windblown, her hair gives her a wistful air. That, and the scarf bunched around her neck, its emerald and indigo echoing her eyes. We’d met at a movie. Taxi to Portugal. Came to this café afterwards. She’s back in Bucharest for the holiday—just finished her first year of Film School in Paris.

Origo Coffee Shop | Photo © Radu Malasincu

Photo by kind permission of Michael at Just a Pack

Neither broad cheek bones and wide-set eyes nor a dark Latin scintillation, she’s a Saxon beauty: Bucharest is a melting pot.

I give her my hand: She takes it. I think of the architecture of Bucharest. Venetian palazzi with French mansards, Turkish balconies and Scottish turrets: No matter how you mix it up, suffering is the same.

Photo by kind permission of Michael at Just a Pack