This Balkan capital that I now call home was wrecked by Ceausescu. Today, it seems to be finally crawling out from under the dark spell cast on it by the dictator. Top of the range BMWs and Mercs line the streets, fashionistas finger iPhones and consumerism is taking root. But it is doubtful that it will regain its status of ‘Little Paris’ that it enjoyed before World War II. Communism forever changed the landscape of the place and the psyche of Romanians. Something new is being formed.
Winter in Bucharest