22 juillet 2012
Rhapsodies, ballads, horas, tarantellas - and seeing Romania as God intended
There are few things more soothing than shutting one's eyes and drifting off, bewitched by the spells of Enescu, Dimitrescu, Porumbescu and Negrea, to the swirling mist-enveloped mountain peaks, endlessly rolling hills, babbling brooks, joyous waterfalls,...