On the way back through, we got not only a museum but Mihai got his Kürtőskalács and Mircea got a book of poetry by Mircea Ivanescu. We also got dinner at a traditional Romanian restaurant and sunshine the next morning, proof that it does something other than rain in Sibiu.
It was only one afternoon and one night but we packed a lot in before heading off to Hungary.
Just so that you understand my angst, every. single. display case on both sides of the tunnel has a ad and schedule for some art, theater or cultural event happening in the city during that month. Do you now feel my pain?
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