22 juillet 2012
Rhapsodies, ballads, horas, tarantellas - and seeing Romania as God intended
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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,...