This abandoned grocery store/cafe was the only ugly spot I found in the village. I am not sure why someone wrote "Moby Dick" on the window.
The light on the guest house porch that morning was perfect for a silhouette of Paloma.
The local artesian well was busy with animals at the top and laundry at the bottom. (So the animals would not have to drink soap!)
"Welcome to Cluj-Napoca"... and so on, in a dozen or more languages -- EVEN RUSSIAN -- but not Hungarian.
"Bienvenue a Cluj-Napoca"
"Willkommen in Cluj-Napoca"
|Transportation at our panzio: Gyorgy, driving
the second van, waits for a hay wagon as he arrives. The next morning, a
bicycle reminds us of the scale of the village and the pace of life, though
cars are increasingly available.
|We had walked around the village just long enough
for the cows and water buffalo to be milked. When they were finished, the
animals headed back to pasture, where they would stay until the morning.
Soon after they were let out, people could be seen moving through the village
with their pails, taking the milk to be measured and collected.
One lady near our panzio noticed our interest in the animals, and invited us to see her water buffalo calf, which was still so feisty that her husband had difficulty bringing him out to us. They then brought us into their home, where we saw the front room that is commonly kept full of embroidery, baskets, and the rest of a young woman's dowry.