Showing posts with label Romania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romania. Show all posts

Friday, 10 January 2025

Romania (6): Bears and Dracula's Castle (?)

This is a new post though it covers the events of the 30th of June 2023.
It will be moved to its appropriate chronological position shortly.

The Libearty (sic) Bear Sanctuary and Bran Castle

Where are we Going Today?


Romania
Our plan today was to visit the Libearty Bear Sanctuary (I really dislike that name, I understand what they mean and sympathise with their aims, but the pun feels forced and false. A Romanian organisation should use a proper Romanian name.) Vlad would then drive us the short distance to Bran Castle, much advertised as Dracula’s Castle and thence back Brașov.

Emerging onto Council Square in the morning we were pleased to see that whatever shenanigans the army had been up to last night, it had all been tidied away. Even better, the Romanian summer, which had deserted us at Sighișoara was back; the sky was (largely) blue, the sun shone and the light sparkled. We met up with Vlad and were soon on our way.

Bran is 25km southwest of Braşov, the Libearty Sanctuary is about 10km north of Bran

Vlad drove us the short distance to the bear sanctuary. On the way Lynne could not resist the usual picture of the antique agricultural practices, which still survive in odd corners.

Making hay

Bears in Romania

Romania has one of Europe’s largest populations of brown bears, some 6,000 to 7,000 individuals. The dense, unspoiled forests of the Carpathian Mountains provide an ideal habitat, with an abundance of the nuts, berries, insects, and small mammals that comprise a bear’s diet. They help maintain the ecosystem by dispersing seeds and controlling populations of other animals.

Bears get into trouble when they cross paths with humans. Typically solitary, they roam vast territories which are increasingly threatened by logging, infrastructure development, and general human encroachment. Bears beg for food along stretches of highway where they have been previously fed. The dangers of mixing large animals with fast moving vehicles is obvious, but the food is not good for them. either. Mr Ranger, Sir, often told Yogi, that bears should eat nuts and berries not the contents of picnic baskets, and he was right.

And while some people feed bears at the roadside, bears wandering into human settlement in search of food are never welcome.

Libearty Bear Sanctuary

The Libearty Sanctuary opened in 2005 and is now home to over 130 rescued bears. Some danced in the streets or begged for food outside hotels while their handlers begged for money. Others rode bicycles in a circus.

All spent off-duty time in cramped and barren cages. The least fortunate were driven slowly insane, living permanently in such cages outside restaurants, hotels or guesthouses as tourist attractions. Such mistreatments are now illegal.

Bear cage

We were shown the 69-hectare site, provided by the nearby town of Zărneşti on a 49-year lease. The fences, we were told, were to keep us out, not the bears in. Beyond the wire an oak forest provides shade and trees to climb, they have pools in which to bathe and access to an appropriate diet.

A bear at Libearty

Many bears gravitate towards the fence and human company, because that is all they have known. One, kept for years in a tiny cage, has settled into a corner of the sanctuary with fences on two sides. She creates two more mental fences and continues to live in the only way she understands.

This may be the bear mentioned above, or not - all bears look the same to me

They live here at higher density then they would in the wild, but they seem comfortable in each other’s company.

Solitary animals sometimes chose to relax in groups, Libearty

Neither of us are particularly sentimental about animals, and I wonder about those who treat their cats, dogs or horses as people who have unaccountably grown tails, but we should not wilfully mistreat animals in the name of dubious entertainment; these bears deserve a break. Laws, and more importantly, attitudes have changed. I would hope Libearty would work itself out of a job before its lease is up – but with humans you never can tell.

Bran Castle

Vlad drove us the 10km to Bran where the rolling Transylvanian countryside meets the foothills of the Southern Carpathian Mountains, which rise to a series of peaks around 2,500m (8,500 ft).

Rolling Transylvania and the edge of the Carpathians

Bran castle stands on a rocky protuberance near the Wallachian border overlooking the pass through the mountains that connects Wallachia to Brașov and the Transylvanian interior. The first castle on the site, then known as Dietrichstein, was a wooden fortification built in 1212 by the Teutonic Knights.

Dietrichstein​ Fort was destroyed by marauding Mongols in 1242, but after the death of Ogedei Khan later that year, the Mongol threat receded. It was not until 1377 that Louis I of Hungary gave the Transylvanian Saxons of Kronstadt (now Brașov) permission to build a new stone castle on the site – at their own expense. The relevant documents are the first time the name Bran appears in writing. Over the centuries that castle has developed into the present structure.

Bran Castle

The settlement of Bran soon grew at the foot of the castle. Today it is the largest of the five villages making up the commune of Bran.

Looking back to Bran from Bran Castle

Although the Ottomans did not take Constantinople until 1453 their first serious incursion into Wallachia was in the 1390s and the principality was under loose Ottoman control for most of the next 400 years. Transylvania remained part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire throughout this time and Bran castle played a strategic role maintaining the status quo.

Dracula's Castle?

Bran Castle should not be confused with Castell Dinas Brân in North Wales (see the Llangollen post), or Brian Castle, the retired (2015) Bishop of Tonbridge. Nor should it be confused with Dracula’s Castle, though it is advertised as such.

Bram Stoker started writing Dracula when visiting Whitby. The novel is set mainly in London, where Stoker lived, Whitby and Transylvania. Stoker never visited Transylvania and his knowledge of the landscape and customs came from his reading and fertile imagination. Dracula’s Castle is a generic local castle modified for the requirements of the story, his descriptions is nothing like Bran Castle.

And Who was Dracula?


Mircea the Elder
On Monday (it feels like an age ago) we visited Cozia Monastery. It was founded in 1388 by Mircea I The Elder. He was Voivode (Military ruler/Warlord) of Wallachia 1386-1418, a rare period of stability even if he was interrupted for a couple of years while his cousin Vlad I The Usurper earned his nickname.

After his death all his sons, and then grandsons, plus a few other relatives wanted their turn as Voivode, there were 14 of them before 1500 averaging less than 6 years each. But it was more complicated than that, quite a few had two or three stints as ruler, two of them managed four, coming and going with the fortunes of war. Some were backed by the Ottomans, some by the Hungarians and this instability continued until Wallachia combined with Moldavia in 1862 to form the first Romania.

Vlad II Dracul (Vlad the Dragon) was Mircea’s second son who ruled 1436-42 and 1443-47.

Vlad II Dracul
Vlad III Dracula (Vlad, son of Vlad the Dragon) later gained his own soubriquet Valad III Țepeș (Vlad the Impaler). He fought against the Ottomans and was Voivode of Wallachia 1456-62 and 1476-7. He is assumed to be the inspiration for Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

Vlad Țepeș
1488 woodcut, Pub Dom
Impaling was Vlad’s favourite form of execution. In skilful hands a sharp stick straight up the backside and out between neck and shoulder provided a long and painful death. Vlad liked to impale Turkish prisoners of war, and it was said he considered dinner without the company of a squirming Turk was not a proper meal. Although Turkish writers exaggerated Vlad’s inhumanity for political reason and Vlad never complained if his fearsome reputation deterred potential rivals, it seems likely he was a psychopath. There is, however, no evidence he was a vampire.

Unfortunately, these characters were not as comic as the look.

Whose Castle is it Anyway?

Originally built and owned by the Transylvanian Saxons of Kronstadt (Brașov), Bran passed at some stage to the Hungarian kings. In 1533 Vladislav II defaulted on loan payments and the castle reverted to the city of Kronstadt.

When Transylvania became part of the Kingdom of Romania in 1920, the Saxons of Kronstadt-Braşov, who could no longer afford to maintain the time-damaged castle, gave it to the Royal Family. It became a favourite retreat of Marie of Edinburgh, Queen Consort of King Ferdinand and a grand-daughter of Queen Victoria, who oversaw extensive renovations. On her death in 1938 Bran passed to her youngest daughter Princess Ileana who converted it into a hospital during World War II. In 1948 the Royal Family was expelled and the castle was seized by the communist authorities.

In 2005 the Romanian parliament passed a law allowing restitution claims on properties illegally expropriated. Bran now belongs to the surviving offspring of Princess Ileana, who run the castle as a private museum in collaboration with the people of Bran,

The museum contains furniture…

Most of the furniture on display was heavy, dark wood. 19th Century I would think, though information is in short supply

…regalia….

A crown and sceptre, but whose? Bran Castle

….and some arms….

Weaponry, Bran Castle

…among other things.

Some rather more modern glassware - but still no information

In a nod to the Dracula legend it devotes a couple of rooms to the ‘Dreads of Transylvania’, the Sântoaderii, a wild and dangerous group of horseman who roam the Earth on specific nights, Iele female spirits of otherworldly beauty who are both revered and feared being benevolent or malevolent depending on how they are treated, Strigoi, malevolent, restless spirits or undead entities, the Solomonari who ride on dragons and can summon storms, hail and blizzards, also the Grim Reaper, Ghosts and Werewolves who need no explanation. Interestingly the list does not include Vampires, though Strigoi have some vampire characteristics.

Exit/Entrance and queue, Bran Castle. Dark and forbidding? No

In Conclusion

Bran Castle is not Dracula’s Castle. It is not the castle Bram Stoker wrote about and it was never the castle of Vlad Dracula aka Vlad the Impaler. And Vlad I has as much to do with Stoker’s Dracula as Birds of the West Indies author James Bond, has to do with 007. They are merely borrowed names.

And does the fluff of the tourism industry and Hollywood in any way invalidate Bram Stoker’s novel – of course not. Nor does it invalidate Bran castle, it is worth a visit in its own right.

Lunch in Brașov

Back in Brașov, Vlad dropped us in Council Square, arranged a meeting time for the morning and as Brașov is his home town, went off to see whoever it is he sees when he comes home. We sat outside one of the many restaurants lining the square for a late lunch.

Council Square, Braşov

We like to eat local, but after exhausting the varieties of supă and ciorbă, the local cuisine left few appealing choices for a light lunch. The restaurant claimed to be Italian so we decided to share a small pizza. Many generations ago, Neapolitan emigrants took the secrets of their carefully crafted pizzas to the United States. In that melting pot of nations, they simplified the pizza so that everybody could enjoy it. They worked so hard to produce a dish that would offend nobody, that they long ago simplified their secrets out of the recipe. When it had finally been reduced it to a dough-y carbohydrate disc topped with a slick of trans-fats, they exported it back to Europe so a huge swathe of people from Iceland to Romania and beyond think what we ate in Brașov was a pizza. While fine pizzas are the norm in Italy and commonplace in France, everyone else remains in the dark. The worst pizza I have ever encountered was in Ulan Ude in the Russian Far East (at end of that post).

Council Square and the Black Church, Braşov

We spent much of the afternoon in the shopping streets around the square, looking for gifts to take home and a bottle of țuică (the plum brandy that is Romania’s national drink) for us. For the țuică we probably needed a supermarket, but we were not in that sort of shopping street and instead found ourselves in an upmarket bottle shop. They had no țuică, but suggested instead pălincă, a plum brandy produced specifically in Transylvania (and Hungary, but they did not tell us that). Despite the rather hefty price, we bought it. They are more differences than just region of origin, țuică is single distilled, sold at 20 to 40% alcohol (I think most we drank were closer to 40%) and considered an aperitif. Pălincă is double-distilled and sold at 40+% (ours was 45%). It is deeper flavoured and smoother and considered a drink for ceremonial and festive occasions. [ours did not last long after we got home - we must celebrate and fester a lot!].

After spending so much money we went back to the hotel to lie down in a darkened room. Then we tidied ourselves up and set out find dinner

Dinner in Braşov

When we again stepped out into Council Square the lovely, warm early summer day had become an equally lovely evening. The cafés and restaurant lining the square continue down the wide pedestrian boulevards that feed into it, and here, tables and chairs were not just outside restaurants, they also colonised broad strips down the centre of the streets. This abundance offered an illusion of choice, but the menus varied little and yesterday’s duck with pickled cabbage and pork with stuffed cabbage and sauerkraut was as adventurous as they get. To prove the point, we sat down not quite at random and then independently decided chicken and chips was the best offer. The chicken was on the bone, there was a dipping sauce and just for once, a salad. I would, though, just like to remind the restaurant owners of the wisdom of Mr John Finnemore

Chicken and chips, Braşov

We ordered țuică which arrived, as it often does, in small conical flasks which would look more at home in a laboratory than on a dining table. and a slightly more expensive bottle of wine than usual.

Drinking țuicǎ, Braşov

Colocviu la Paris translates as Colloquium in Paris. Colloquium is an odd word but maybe it sounds better than Seminar by the Seine as a wine name. A limited edition, it comes from Cotnari in the Moldovan Hills wine district. The grape is Busuioacă de Bohotin a variety unique to the region, taking its name from Bohotin, a village, like Cotnari, in Iași County (see map). Little known local grapes makes a pleasant change from the regulation Cabernet, Shiraz, Sauvignon Blanc etc. and you can discover anything from a hidden gem to a stark reminder of why it is Cabernet and its pals that are known worldwide. Bohotin is well towards the positive end of this spectrum. Purple grapes make it a natural for rosé and although it is usually vinified sweet, this example was fully dry. Pastel peach in colour, with an aroma of ripe berry fruits, crisp on the palate with what Winestatistics calls a wide flat feel. This strange phrase is an odd but accurate description of the mouthfeel, unique (as far as I know) to Romanian whites and rosés. I rather like it.

Colocviu la Paris, Braşov

I have written at length about the wine, so what about the food? Chicken and chips is chicken and chips ‘nuff said.

Thursday, 29 June 2023

Romania (5): Rupea and Brașov

A Fortress on a Hill and a Major City

Where are we Going Today?


Romania
Vlad appeared after we had breakfasted, ready to drive us south from Sighișoara to Brașov via, Rupea, a small town overlooked by a castle. Brașov (in German, Kronstadt) is Vlad’s home town and the third - after Sighișoara (Schäßburg) and Sibiu (Hermannstadt) - of the Siebenbürgen, the seven great fortresses cities of the Transylvanian Saxons, that we would visit on this tour.

Romania with Sighişoara, Rupea and Braşov underlined

Saschiz


Mureş County
20 minutes from Sighișoara and just before we left Mureș County, we passed through the small town of Saschiz. Once a town of the Transylvanian Saxons - who still make up 5% of the population - its Romanesque Basilica was replaced by a late Gothic fortified church (built 1493-6). The large hall-style church was dedicated to St Stephen of Hungary (Transylvania was part of Hungary until the end of World War I) and surrounded by a curtain wall with several towers. Originally Roman Catholic, it became an Evangelical Lutheran Church during the Reformation.

Only one of the towers remains. It acquired an impressive spire in 1677 and was presumably further refurbished in 1832 as the date is prominently displayed. The angle of the photograph makes it look like the tower is part of the church, but it is actually 10 metres in front of it.

Saschiz Evangelical Lutheran Fortified Church

In 1999 Saschiz joined Biertan and its surrounding villages as part of the ‘Transylvanian Villages with Fortified Churches’ UNESCO World Heritage Site.

Rupea


Braşov County
From Saschiz we continued in a general southerly direction and some 7km later crossed into Brașov County. The county has largely the same boundaries as the Brassó County of the Austro-Hungarian Empire but underwent many changes after being incorporated into Romania in 1920. For a time after World War II, it was part of a larger area known as Stalin Region (0 out of 10 for originality, 10 out 10 for toadying), but Brașov County was restored in 1968 when newly anointed leader Nicolae Ceaușescu wanted to show his independence from the Soviet Union.

The county's population is about half a million, some 60% of whom live in and around the city of Brașov. The north of the county is thinly populated and we drove through a large green plain where cereals swayed in the breeze.

The fields of northern Braşov County

Rupea is only 20km south east of the county boundary, and it was not long before we could see a rocky outcrop in the distance. The outline slowly resolved itself into the shape of Rupea Fortress.

Rupea Fortress on its rocky outcrop

The Fortress

The strategic importance of a rocky outcrop with extensive views in all directions was obvious to the earliest humans. Stone tools and pottery from the palaeolithic and neolithic eras have been found here and in the first century CE the Dacians built a settlement on the summit. According to legend, Decebalus, the last Dacian king, committed suicide here in 106CE to avoid capture by the Romans.

Later people felt safe enough to moved down to the flat land beside their fields, provided there was a refuge in times of trouble. The Transylvanian Saxons built the first fortress on the summit in the 13th century, and expanded downward over the next 500 years, their tiered walls exploiting the natural contours of the hill.

Unlike the builders, we had to start at the bottom. The lowest level was added in the 18th century and was mainly used for living quarters and storage.

Rupea fortress - starting at the bottom

From there we worked our way upwards following the curve of the walls.

Inside Rupea fortress

From the middle level, a 15th century downward extension, we had a good view over the town of Rupea. Vlad pointed out that the houses are built ‘sideways on’ to the road with gaps between the buildings. When a hoard of Tartars, Mongols or Ottomans (depending on era) hove into view, the residents could quickly retreat through the town and take refuge in the fortress.

Rupea - for most houses along the main two streets, the gable end faces on to the road

Building at the top of the hill started in the 13th century, but development continued throughout the life of the fort. Of a hundred 16th and 17th century dwellings, one group of three remains intact. Only the upper floor was residential, the ground floor was used for workshops and warehouses.

Dwellings, Rupea fort

At the very top is the Peak House. From here the garrison could communicate with nearby towns...

Peak House, Rupea Fort

and keep watch for trouble approaching across the green hills and valleys of Transylvania.

The hills and valleys of Transylvania, My apologies for blocking out so many of them

The fortress was abandoned in 1790 after a storm destroyed the roof. It was never rebuilt and the fortress gradually fell into disrepair. Restoration started early in the 21st century. With the authorities keen to develop a tourist circuit, Rupea neatly filled a gap between Sighișoara and Brașov. Digi24.ro claims (in Romanian) that there were 150,000 visitors in 2015, but I can find no later figures. Presumably the promoters of Transylvanian tourism would be pleased we did exactly what they planned, but less happy that we (almost) had the fortress to ourselves.

Brașov

From Rupea it took an hour to drive the 65 km to Brașov.

A Little History


Braşov City
Once one of the great fortress cities of the Transylvanian Saxons, the walled city of Brașov, tucked into a valley below Mount Tâmpa in the Southern Carpathian Mountains, was destroyed by fire in 1685. Rebuilding was a long project but by 1859 the city had 20,000 inhabitants, 40% of them German, 40% Romanian and the rest mostly Hungarian. By 1910 the population had doubled, but the greatest increase came in the years after World War Two as Romania’s communist leadership oversaw rapid industrialisation. The metropolitan area is now home to some 350,000, making Brașov Romania’s 6th largest city.

The factories and new residential areas grew on the flat land north of the old centre. Many of these factories closed in the economic crash that followed the demise of the Soviet Union in 1989, but the city has slowly worked its way back to some level of prosperity.

The old centre may now be on the edge of town, but it still conducts itself like a city centre, with the large Council Square fringed with the tables and umbrellas of umpteen restaurants and cafés. To help the lost and bewildered, the city fathers have erected a large sign on Tâmpa Mountain, letting us know where we are. I don't think Hollywood need feel threatened.

Council Square, Restaurants below the Braşov sign

Șcheii Brașovului

But we did not start in Council Square, Vlad first drove us a kilometre south to Șcheii Brașovului. Romanians have been the largest ethnic group in Transylvania since before records were kept, but despite providing a couple of Hungarian kings (see Part 3: Hunedoara and Alba Iulia) Romanians were (prior to the First World War) the poor relations of the ruling Hungarians and prosperous Transylvanian Saxons. From the 13th to the 17th century, Romanians were not allowed to live within the city walls and so settled in the Șchei district.

Saint Nicholas is Braşov's oldest Romanian Orthodox Church, or at least, the wooden original was. Built sometime after 1292 it it was replaced by a Gothic style stone church in 1495 which has since enjoyed a Baroque makeove.

St Nicholas Church, Braşov

The first school teaching in Romanian was founded here when the stone church was constructed. A new school building beside the church was opened in 1760.

Romanian School, Brașov, 1760

It is now a museum showing the old classrooms,…

Old Romanian School, Braşov

…an early printing press and various books, manuscripts and icons.

Printing Press, Old School Museum, Braşov

In front of the church, in Union Square, is The Unknown Soldier. Commissioned by the local authority in collaboration with veterans' associations the statue commemorates those who died in WW1 and have no known grave. Ironically it was unveiled in 1939, just in time for another round of blood-letting. The internet has many photos of this statue, and the apparent vigour of the bayonet thrust varies enormously depending on the photographer’s angle.

The Unknown Soldier, Union Square, Braşov

Council Square

Back in Council Square we checked into our hotel and then ate lunch in the square. In this land of soups and ciorbe that was what we had, though I cannot remember which. Then we set off on a walking tour.

Soup, or possibly ciorba

The Old Town Hall

The square gets its name from the old Town Hall.

The Old Town Hall, Braşov

In 1420, the Farriers Guild permitted the County Council to build a room for public meetings and trials on top of their guild house. The ‘Trumpet Tower; was added in the late 16th century. From here watchmen surveyed the whole town and warned of fire, invasion or any other problem by blowing a trumpet.

Growing prosperity led to the addition of a spire, a clock, many more chambers and eventually a new building elsewhere. The Old Council House was retired in 1950 and is now a museum.

The Catherine and Schei Gates

To the east of the square are two city gates. The Catherine Gate was built by the Tailors’ Guild, in 1559, replacing a gate destroyed by a flood thirty years earlier. The tower is 16th century but the rest is later. The gate was the only access point for Romanians, who could enter the city at permitted times but had to pay a toll to sell their wares.

Catherine Gate, Braşov

Later the Șchei Gate, built in 1828, gave free access for all.

The Şhei Gate, Braşov

Beth Israel Synagogue

Brașov’s Jewish community settled here in the early 19th century. It grew steadily and was flourishing when the Neo-Moorish Beth Israel Synagogue was built in 1901. ChatGPT informs me the community faced periods of hardship, especially during World War II – an epic understatement, I suspect. There is however still a Jewish community, it is small but sufficient for Beth Israel to remain a functioning synagogue.

Beth Israel Synagogue, Braşov

The Black Church

At the south end of Council Square, hemmed in by other buildings is the Lutheran Cathedral of St Mary. Built 1383-1476 by the Transylvanian Saxons, it started as a Catholic Church and became Lutheran during the Reformation. Its walls were blackened during the great fire of 1698, hence it is known as the Black Church, though all signs of charring are long gone.

The Black Church, Braşov

The statue outside is of Johannes Honter (1498–1549) a cartographer and one of the founders of Lutheranism in Romania.

The building is 89m long and tower 42m tall making this the largest Late Gothic church in south eastern Europe. The clock is worth a closer look.

Clock, the Black Church, Braşov

The surrounding buildings make the church difficult to photograph. Wikipedia have a drone picture, which I won’t borrow, you can click this link, or make do with my efforts.

Inside, like most Lutheran Cathedral, it is not overly ornate.

Inside the Black Church, Braşov

The 4,000 pipe organ was built by Carl August Buchholz in 1839.

Organ, Black Church, Braşov

There is a fresco of the Nativity, with the emblems of King Matthias Corvinus (ruled 1458-90) and his wife Beatrix of Aragon in the corners (see Hunedoara). Corvinus was a Romanian King of Hungary, and definitively not a Transylvanian Saxon ...

Nativity, Black Church Braşov

... and a couple of carved memorials to large men with huge beards, both apparently preparing to sneak out of their stone imprisonment.

Big men, big beards, Black Church Braşov

1848 was the Year of Revolutions in Europe, with nationalist pressures within both the Austro-Hungarian and Ottoman Empires. The bullet holes in a pillar, the consequence of an 1848 skirmish have been carefully preserved as a reminder of the turbulence from which Romania emerged.

Bullet holes, Black Church Braşov

The building work was done by Bulgarian masons. Like the Romanians they were not the sort of people the Saxons wished to mix with and, so, like the Romanians, their accommodation was outside the city walls in Schlei. There is a story that a Saxon boy was annoying the Bulgarians workers, so they threw him off the roof and then immured his body in the cathedral walls. Or, the best apprentice was showing so much promise he threatened to eclipse his master, and in a fit of jealousy, the older man pushed him to his death. Or a young man working on the roof observed by chance some technique the master masons wished to keep secret leaving them no choice but to kill him.

Looking up from beside the building, you see a stone effigy of the victim fearfully confronting his fate.

The unfortunate, if mythical victim confronts his fate, Black Church Braşov

Without evidence, I imagine it was once a nasty little story spread to denigrate the Bulgarians – ‘well you know what they’re like’ as people too often say of those they don’t know. But even today workers die on major construction projects, so is there a grain of truth somewhere? Maybe somebody fell without obvious cause and the rumour mill decided they were pushed. Nobody will ever know.

Dinner and Manoeuvres

During the afternoon soldiers gathered on Council Square, areas were marked out and there were preparations for some sort of display.

Going out for dinner, we found the tables and chairs outside many of the restaurants, including the one we had earmarked earlier, stacked up out of the way of the soldiers. The day had been warm, but overcast, and there was room inside, so we stuck to plan A.

We were pleased our aperitif țuică (Romanian plum ‘brandy’) was served in a tumbler rather that the strange conical flasks favoured elsewhere, but there was little else to recommend the meal. My duck and pickled cabbage was alright, but could have done with something else on the plate and ,,,

Duck and Cabbage, Braşov

…Lynne’s pork with stuffed cabbage and sauerkraut disappointed her. The pork she described as ‘bits of ham,’ and she disliked both the stuffed cabbage and the accompanying yellow dome of polenta, though she enjoyed the sauerkraut and sour cream. You win some, you lose some, but we had eaten sufficient, drunk a good bottle of local red and not paid much, so we were happy enough as we left.

Pork and Sauerkraut,Braşov

Outside (sunset in June is well after 9 o’clock) we found soldiers getting into position. I wondered briefly if they were forming a firing squad for the chef, but I should not be so mean. June the 9th is the feast of St Peter and St Paul – hardly an excuse for a military display – and, I have learned, the Day of the Romanian Military Police. All over the country there are ceremonies, and events showcasing their skills and celebrating their service at home and abroad.

The army forms up, Council Square, Braşov

We returned to our hotel, not quite interested enough to find out what they were doing. Whatever it was, they did it reasonably quietly and had it all packed away by morning.

Epilogue

Our sojourn in the land of the Transylvanian Saxons was nearly complete and we would soon return to Wallachia. We have seen the works of these industrious people everywhere, but we have not met a single Transylvanian Saxon.

What Happened to the Transylvanian Saxons?

Since the 12th century, Hungarian kings periodically invited Germanic settlers to help defend their southeastern border against the Cumans and later the Ottomans. These people became known as ‘Transylvanian Saxons,’ though few were actually Saxon.

They performed their defensive duties, as Rupea’s fortress and Biertan’s fortified church testify, while interpolating themselves as a middle class of artisans and merchants between the Hungarians landowners and the Romanians peasants.

In 1800 Transylvanian Saxons living in self-governing communities comprised 10-12% of Transylvania’s population

Despite political upheavals the creation of Romania in 1856, the First World War destroying the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and Transylvania becoming part of that Romania in 1920 - the Transylvanian Saxons lost some of their autonomy, but little else changed.

Romania kept out of WWII until 1941 when the Germans marched through to attack the USSR, conscripting many Transylvanian Saxons on the way. In 1944 they retreated chased by the Red Army. The Russians rewarded many surviving Saxons with a few years in Siberia. Not all returned. By 1950 Transylvanian Saxons made up only 4% of the population

Romania under Communism was no fun, but getting in and out was difficult. In 1989 everything changed,

Given freedom of movement, almost all remaining Saxons, some of whom had been in Transylvania for 30+ generations, returned to Germany where the constitution granted immediate citizenship. Their dialect, an old-fashioned German with abundant Hungarian and Slavic loan words, was indecipherable to other Germans, but they adapted quickly. At first, they spoke the old dialect among themselves, but now Transylvanian Saxon is considered endangered.