It’s understandable that vampires have chosen to spend their eternal lives in Transylvania, as it is one of the most beautiful areas (countryside and cities) we have visited. While our visit to Transylvania was short-lived it definitely got in our blood.
Our first stop, Brasov, had it’s own “Hollywood sign”, and deservedly so, as it looked like a movie set, the picture perfect walled old city.
The iconic centerpiece of the town is St Mary’s church nicknamed the Black Church, although it is gray, due to discoloration from a fire in 1689 during the Great Turkish War.
The walls included seven towers and gates, and as was customary at the time, each was built, guarded and maintained by different guilds-Tanner’s, Draper’s, Weavers etc.
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| The wall with two of the towers just below the hill
One tower is called the Black Tower, which is actually white. So, Brasov apparently is colorblind as a bat. The walled city was impressive, but like every walled city we’ve visited, so much effort to build but doesn\’t work as we easily got in.
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It was very enjoyable despite some record heat and humidity. It felt like the sun was always directly over our head because we never saw our shadows (!). It was a smaller, less well maintained version of Brasov, with some unique attractions including the birthplace of the gruesome and real Dracula (Vlad the Impaler) which was an interesting contrast to our visit to Whitby, England where the writer Bram Stoker was inspired to create the gothic and romanticized Dracula. (https://thechosenfugue.blogspot.com/2018/10/scarborough-fair-moor-or-less.html). French marching bands with bagpipes, Italian faux-military bands, and Spanish samba dancers dancing with Dundu the giant of light from Germany. Stilts were well-represented by giant glowing chameleons from Germany and waltzing dancers from Italy.
The finale from Italy was a hyper Thanksgiving Day like parade of balloons and music celebrating Leonardo Da Vinci, capped off with fireworks to end the festival.
These were our first stay-out-very-late nights, but of course, in Transylvania we should have realized the party doesn’t get started until after the sun goes down.
In addition to the festival, there was Sibiu itself.
There was so much to see that it is understandable that the houses of Sibiu have eyes, and wanted to watch as well.
































