Thursday 13 July 2023

Falkirk, Scotland '23 Part 1

A Big House, Two Kelpies and a Remarkable Wheel


Scotland
Falkirk District Council
We paused in Falkirk two years ago en route from Forres to Lanark. This year we returned, because we felt there was more to see. Wikipedia tells me that a 2011 STV poll voted Falkirk Scotland's most beautiful town, but the tourist route from Edinburgh still crosses the Forth Bridge and heads directly for the scenic charms of the Highlands, heedlessly by-passing Falkirk. With limited time, I might do the same, but with a less hurried itinerary…

Forres, Falkirk and Lanark are marked in red
Thanks to Lonely Planet for lending me their map

12-July-2023

Falkirk

Central Scotland sometimes feels like a vast agglomeration of small towns all running one into another until eventually they reach either Glasgow or Edinburgh. That is, of course, an exaggeration, aerial photos show extensive green space in Central Scotland - but they can be harder to find on the ground.

Falkirk’s earliest recorded name was the Brythonic Egglesbreth meaning ‘speckled church.’ Other names, An Eaglais Bhreac (Scottish Gaelic) Varia Capella (Latin), La Veire Chapelle (Normans) and Fawkirk, later Falkirk (Scots) have the same meaning. The relevant church was probably built in the 7th century

Now best known for having a not particularly successful football team, Falkirk is a small town with around 35,000 inhabitants. It is the administrative centre of Falkirk District Council which covers the town and a dozen or more smaller communities, including the port and petrochemicals centre of Grangemouth, and Stenhousemuir, home of an even less successful professional football team. Falkirk District has a population of 160,000.

In the course of this post we will visit Falkirk town centre, The Pineapple House to the north, Helix Park to the east and the Falkirk Wheel to the west

Falkirk Centre

We arrived in late afternoon and checked into the Park Hotel. Built in the later years of the last century, it would win no architectural awards, the kindest word I can say for it is functional. The receptionist, though, was cheerful and welcoming and we booked dinner – we have learned in Scotland that no booking can result in a frustrating search.

Our room overlooked Dollar Park, a pleasant aspect.

Dollar Park (across the lovely expanse of the hotel car park!)

Needing a pharmacy (nothing major) we walked the five minutes into Falkirk's almost pedestrianised town centre. The outskirts of the town had mixed industrial, commercial and domestic properties, but the hotel was surrounded by larger more prosperous homes. We passed a row of smaller, nicely kept bungalows, the gardens of three adjacent houses so spectacular they must enjoy their rivalry.

The town centre looks rather less prosperous with too many shops closed and some of the survivors looking down at heal. A loose cluster of three shops, Whimsic Alley…

Whimsic Alley, Falkirk

…The Lonely Broomstick, and Shining Light, ‘Scotland's centre for tarot reading,’ made us wonder if we had walked into some Poundshop Glastonpotter.

The Lonely Broomstick, Falkirk

We are twice tapped for money, once by an elderly busker, who stopped playing to ensure be got paid, and by a somewhat confused woman who was not as old as she first appeared and apparently wanted us to fund her drug habit. These accusations are easy to throw about, but I know nothing of her life and what led her to approaching strangers for money on the street. It cannot be easy for her, and I should be less judgmental. We gave her a pound, 'for food.'

The High Street widens into the Market Square, overlooked by the Falkirk Steeple. In England a steeple is always part of a church, in Scotland a free-standing steeple sometimes houses the tolbooth (formerly the Town Hall/Gaol) (see Dumfries for another example). The first steeple on this site was constructed in 1697 and demolished because of subsidence in 1803. The current steeple was built in 1814 to house the town clock and bells and also contains two cells (unused since 1860).

Falkirk Steeple

A plaque on the steeple wall drew our attention to the nearby Cross Well, a cylinder of stones surmounted by a barely recognisable lion. In 1817 the Earl of Callendar drew the first clean water available in the town centre and, according to the plaque, addressed his remarks to the ‘wives and bairns of Falkirk.’ The people of Falkirk have called themselves ‘the bairns’ ever since. Alternatively, the name comes from the town’s old motto Touch Ane, Touch A' - Better Meddle Wi' the Deil then the Bairns o' Falkirk. I do not know which came first, but they sound aggressive.

Cross Well, Falkirk

Having located the pharmacy, we continued through the town centre past the mandatory ‘House where Robert Burns slept’…

Burns slept in many place
It is surprising how many 18th century buildings survive

… to the end of pedestrianised zone where we were rewarded with a view of the next section of the town. We have seen tower blocks like these before (and there are more than this picture shows) but only in Eastern Europe, left over from the days before the collapse of the Soviet Union.

A view of Falkirk's 'Stalinist Quarter'

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Dollar Park

Filling in time before Callendar House opened we strolled across the road to Dollar Park, named after lumber baron and shipping magnate Robert Dollar who donated it to his home town.

It is a pleasant little park containing the town’s war memorial,…

Falkirk war memorial

…some venerable trees…

Old tree, Dollar Park, Falkirk

… and a flower clock (with correct time) in memory of Falkirk born botanist and plant hunter George Forrest

George Forrest flower clock, Dollar Park, Falkirk

Callendar House

In the dip behind the unlovely tower blocks, is a very different type of building.

Callendar House, Falkirk

Callendar House, now owned by Falkirk Council and run as a museum, is surrounded by Callendar Park. Although modified in the 19th century to resemble a French Renaissance Chateau, the core of the building is a 14th century tower house.

Callendar House, Falkirk

By the start of late middle-ages the diverse inhabitants of the area were blending together. The Old Welsh speaking Brythonic people who had been here since before the Romans had been joined by the Scots, a Gaelic speaking tribe who arrived from Ireland in the 9th century. Then came Saxons, pushed north by the invading Normans, and later by Normans invited by King David I (ruled 1124-53) because he admired Norman civilization. The King himself was a descendant of the Pictish ruling family from further north who started styling themselves Rex Scottorum in the 12th century.

Local rulers were the Thanes of Callendar, the remains of their Thane House lie just east of the current building. The 5th Thane, Sir Patrick Callendar backed one of the many losers in the Scottish Wars 1296-1328, and David II (the son of the winner, Robert the Bruce – descended from the Norman de Brus family) gave the Callendar lands to Sir William Livingstone (descended from the Saxon Leving family) in 1345.

They built the Tower House at the heart of the modern building and by the 17th century had developed it considerably.

Callendar House in the 17th century

Like the Callendars before them, the Livingstons lost the house when James Livingston, 5th Earl of Linlithgow backed the wrong side, in his case the Jacobites in 1715. The estates were forfeited and sold to the York Buildings Company who immediately leased it back to the earl’s daughter Lady Anne Livingston. She and her husband made the same mistake in 1745, he was executed, but she was allowed to stay in the house and so was her son until his death in 1778.

The house was put up for auction and William Forbes, an Aberdeen coppersmith who made his pile from Royal Navy contracts, outbid Lord Errol. Times were changing,

Callendar house during the Forbes times (Public Domain, borrowed from Wikipedia)

Forbes built the house as it is today, and his descendants kept it for 200 years, but nothing lasts forever. In 1963 it was sold to Falkirk Burgh and in 2011 transferred to the Falkirk Community Trust. It is now part stately home, part museum and part art gallery.

The stately home includes the restored Georgian kitchen….

Georgian kitchen, Callendar House

…and the grand staircase…

Staircase, Callendar House

…which is even better looking up.

Staircase ceiling, Callendar House

The museum deals with the history of the house and the effects of the industrial revolution. William Forbes and men like him ensured Falkirk was a centre of the Scottish industry.

The town was home to several ironworks, producing domestic and industrial products. The three-legged cauldron was typical of Falkirk.

Falkirk ironware, Callendar House

Some produced items so exquisite they could only be given to important retirees and whose only real use is to adorn a museum.

Beautiful but unusable tee service, Callendar House

Less threatening to the environment than the ironworks were clockmakers. Peter Keir worked in the High Street from 1806-34. William Dobbie founded a clockmaker’s that prospered for three generations and John Russell became watchmaker to the Prince Regent.

Falkirk Clocks

The gallery during our visit displayed the works of Falkirk born Barbara Rae who specialises in rather impressive industrial scenes…

Barbara Rae industrial scene

…and equally fine landscapes and seascapes.

Barbara Rae seascape

It is a house well worth a visit, and not all the attractions are inside…

The Antonine Wall

Everyone knows about Hadrian’s Wall. Completed in 122CE, it stretches some 73 miles (117km) across northern England from the Solway Firth to the North Sea.

The Antonine Wall is less well known. Built 20 years later an 70 miles further north it crosses the thinnest part of Scotland - 37 miles (59 km) between the Firth of Clyde and Forth. Built of turf on a stone foundation it had mile forts like Hadrian's Wall, though everything was to a smaller scale.

Altar from an Antonine Wall mile fort, Callendar House
Inscription reads (P)ro se et svis - I discharged this vow on behalf of myself and my family)

Antoninus’ rule was marked by peace throughout the empire, except in Scotland, where his little adventure started well, but the Caledonians proved recalcitrant and after 20 years of trying the Romans retreated to Hadrian’s wall. There is not a great deal left of the Antonine Wall, but enough for its line to be easily traced. It crosses the land of Callendar House, and if this it not the most spectacular section, it is the only part I have photographed.

A part of the Antonine Wall

The Dunmore Pineapple

Some 8 miles (11 km) north of Falkirk centre, just beyond the village of Airth, tucked away in the countryside and surrounded by trees is what some claim to be the strangest building in Scotland. It is easy enough to find, if you have faith that the track your sat nav has chosen will not peter out in a forest.

Lynne and the Dunmore Pineapple

It is hard to imagine the excitement caused in the 17th century by the arrival of the pineapple on our damp, misty island. Pineapples were exotic and difficult to obtain and thus very desirable and very expensive. The rich and fashionable would hire one for a dinner party. It would adorn the fruit-bowl, but remain untouched, so it could be hired out gain for the next society event.

A closer view of the Dunmore Pineapple

The next stage was to grow pineapples, and gardeners in stately homes soon found themselves labouring in pineries. The first Scottish grown pineapple appeared in 1728. In the days before cheap imports, growing your own seemed reasonable, building your own was downright eccentric, but that is what the Earl of Dunmore did in 1761. He built it as a summer house where he could sit and admire his estate.

A close-up of the Dunmore Pineapple

The estate is now gone, Dunmore House is a ruin, but the National Trust saved the Pineapple. They use it as a holiday home, so all we could do was stare at it and take photographs.

We next drove back south to Helix Park where we had lunch and revisited the Kelpies, but we shall join the 2021 narrative for that

11-July-2021

Helix Park and The Kelpies

In 2003 the Falkirk Greenscape Initiative formed a plan to transform 350ha of land between Falkirk and Grangemouth into an ecopark and the centre of a network of footpaths connecting 16 local communities.

A major lottery grant enabled the park to open in 2013 and the Queen Elizabeth extension to the Forth and Clyde canal arrived a year later. In the 18th century the Forth and Clyde allowed sea-going vessels to cross the narrowest part of Scotland, saving long and dangerous voyages around the north. Over time its use declined, it fell into disrepair and closed in 1963. Rediscovered in the 1990s it was refurbished and reopened in 1999 as a leisure facility. The extension to Helix Park gave it a new starting point - the Kelpies Hub.

The Kelpies, Helix Park, Falkirk

The Kelpies, the work of sculptor Andy Scott, had been commissioned for this spot and they were installed in 2014. In Scottish folklore, kelpies are shape-shifting spirits inhabiting lakes or rivers. Usually horse-like creatures they are able to adopt human form, though often retaining their hooves.

One of the Kelpies, Helix Park, Falkirk

Scott’s 30m high kelpies are undoubtedly water spirits, but they also commemorate the horses that pulled the barges on the canals. Full of life and vigour, The Kelpies have been a popular and critical success. The park was crowded with locals on a Sunday afternoon and we were not the only visitors who had come just to see the kelpies.

The Falkirk Wheel

The best way to get from the Kelpies to the Falkirk wheel is by canal, but our time was limited so we drove the 8km from from Grangemouth to half way between Falkirk and Bonnybridge (without ever leaving the built-up area).

The Union Canal, running from Edinburgh to Falkirk, closed two years after the Forth and Clyde and was similarly restored in the 1990s. The reconnection of the two canals was a millennium project.

The Union Canal is much higher than the Forth and Clyde, a problem the original builders solved with a flight of 11 locks. Unfortunately, it took the best part of a day to make the ascent/descent which washed 3,500 tonnes of water from the Union Canal. A better solution, the restorers decided, was a boat lift, and the result is the Falkirk wheel.

The Union Canal is carried to the wheel on a new aqueduct.

A narrow boat approaches the wheel, though there is still a final lock to go through

At the wheel the boat enters a caisson which can carry up to 4 canal boats, the gates are closed...

Boats are loaded top and bottom and the wheel is ready to turn.

The wheel rotates. Boat(s) can be carried up at the same time as they are brought down. The whole process takes ten minutes and there is no net water transfer between the canals.

The Falkirk Wheel turns

If it were possible for something to be grossly over-engineered, yet elegant and simple, this would be it. It was designed to last 120 years – I hope enough boats will pass through to make building it a worthwhile investment.

Scotland 2023 (so far)

Part 1 Falkirk
Part 2 Banff and Macduff
Part 5 A Rainy Day in Dumfries (1) Robert Burns

Monday 26 June 2023

Romania (2): Cozia Monastery and Sibiu

A Painted Church and a 'Saxon' City


Romania
This post has an unusual structure. Our plan was simple, after lunch on the 26th of June we would drive the 280km from Bucharest to Sibiu, with a single stop at Cozia Monastery in Vâlcea County. After spending the night in Sibiu we would visit Hunedoara and Alba Iulia, returning to Sibiu for a walking tour before dinner. This post covers the afternoon and evening of the 26th and the evening of the 27th, The next post, Romania (3), will cover Hunedoara and Alba Iulia.

We would drive northwest from Bucharest, pause at Cozia Monastery in Vâlcea County, then continue to Sibiu

26-June-2023

Bucharest to Cozia Monastery

Cozia Monastey is 200km from Bucharest, and Google says the journey should take 3 hours. We left Bucharest around 1.15 and for a couple of hours we happily bowled along through rural Romania.

Speeding through rural Romania

Then we reached the end of a tailback. The traffic was slow-moving and, as Vlad listened carefully to the traffic updates on the radio, it became no-moving. We stopped for coffee and to make a plan. An accident had closed the road several kilometres ahead, there was no convenient alternative route, but if we backtracked a little, we could detour round it.

It was a lengthy detour, along roads which may have been minor, but were large enough and well maintained. We passed through open countryside, small towns…

I am not sure what this place is called, but it has an impressive church

…and rural villages.

Detouring through rural Romania

Vlad was frequently driving in a convoy of cars following the same route for the same reason.

Vlad and his convoy

Cozia Monastery


Vâlcea County
Eventually we entered Vâlcea County, arriving at the monastery an hour later than Google had predicted.

The monastery was founded in 1388 beside the River Olt, a little north of the small town of CălimăneÈ™ti on the edge of what is today the Cozia National Park. The name ‘Cozia,’ meaning 'walnut grove,' is derived from the Cuman language of the Golden Horde, who reached this area around 1300.

Holy Trinity Church...

Holy Trinity, Cozia, with the monastery behind and around

…. is partly surrounded by the monastery buildings which include the last remaining Byzantine cloister in Romania.

Part of the Monastery complex, Cozia

Mircea the Elder
Both Church and Monastery were founded by Mircea cel Bătrân (Mircea the Elder) who from 1355-1418 was Voivode (military ruler/warlord) of Walachia (the area that is now south-central Romania). Mircea - incidentally, the grandfather of Vlad Tepeş (Dracula) - fought, largely successfully, to keep Walachia free from the expanding Ottoman Empire. Shortly after his death, the Ottomans succeeded in establishing suzerainty over Walachia and maintained it (off and on) until 1856 when Walachia joined Moldavia to form the first Principality, later Kingdom, of Romania.

The church, including the façade before the veranda was built in 1707, was decorated in Serbian Moravian style (stone rosettes, horizontal rows of brick and stone, vertical frames) rather than Walachian. Mircea cel Bătrân is assumed to have employed Serbian craftsmen.

Cozia Church rear view showing Serbian decorations and a brâncovenesc tower

The church saw some rebuilding in 1517 and was remodelled in 1707, with a veranda, fountain and watchtower in brâncovenesc style. For the many (including me) who have never heard of ‘brâncovenesc style’ (also known as Walachian Renaissance), it blends mainstream European Renaissance styles with the Islamic architecture of the dominant Ottoman Empire. It is named for Prince Constantin Brâncoveanu, an enthusiastic builder of palaces and churches, who ruled Walachia 1688 - 1714.

Cozia Church Veranda

Frescos

The glory of the church, though, is not in its external architecture but in its frescos, the oldest dating back to the 1390s. The service in progress inside the church, hampered our ability to wander round taking photographs. There were also ‘no photographing’ signs which I would happily ignore if not being watched. It does no harm, provided you do not use flash, but modern cameras have no problem with the ambient light. As proof here is a 5 second video (yes, it is that short) of the Romanian Orthodox service in the church.

We could look as closely as we liked at the frescos in the veranda. Vlad interpreted them for us, reading from right to left, At the time, I could not follow everything he said, and trying to make sense of it now (few of my posts are written promptly after the events described) I am bewildered.

There is no doubt the subject matter is The Judgement. The Holy Trinity – the church is dedicated to the Holy Trinity – sit over the door and are clearly there to sort sheep from goats.

The Holy Trinity above the door into the church

Traditionally the unfavoured go to God’s left, and here we can clearly see souls being marched off naked into hell. Centre stage, where clothes are removed there is a person of importance, a king maybe, desperately trying to hang on to his dignity and his staff of office.

Veranda fresco to the right of the door into the church

But how do souls reach the throne to be judged? Vlad suggested they come up from the right, but the general direction of movement appears to be down. Looking more closely, it is tempting to interpret the region just above the large downward path as being a trans-warp corridor in which the righteous are swept up by an Archimedes screw of tetryon particles from purgatory to the presence of the Almighty. (Can I also see the signature G Roddenbury in the bottom right-hand corner?)

A closer look at the central section

The left is even more confusing. A garden, perhaps with fruit trees. is being enjoyed by the Trinity and a few chosen souls at a respectful distance. Those men (I think they are all men) not destined for the fiery pit are supplied with haloes and allowed to look down onto the garden. Christians who still believe in hell are reasonably clear on the torments involved, but no mainstream church has ever come up with a believable description of the delights of heaven, possibly because every activity humans enjoy has been denounced as sinful by one group or another over the centuries. This, though, is the least inspiring vision of heaven I could imagine, short of clouds and harps. 

Veranda fresco left of the door

Cozia to Sibiu

Leaving Cozia around 6, we continued north, the road joining the River Olt just above a dam. The Olt is the longest river entirely within Romania, flowing 600km south from the Hășmaș Mountains to the Danube on the Romanian/Bulgarian border.

The River Olt

For a time, we enjoyed the countryside and farming techniques that have longed died out in western Europe

Older farming techniques

Sibiu is 80km from Cozia, but Google suggests the journey takes an hour and forty minutes. Clearly, they knew about the traffic problems. …

Slow progress on the road to Sibiu

…but severly underestimated the length of the delay. We reached Sibiu around 9 o’clock.

Sibiu

Some History

Sibiu (county)
Sibiu City
Sibiu has a population of 135,00 and is the administrative centre of its eponymous county. In moving from Vâlcea into Sibiu County we had also left Walachia and entered Transylvania. Walachia and Moldavia had formed the new Principality of Romania as the Ottoman Empire weakened in the late 19th century. Transylvania, though, remained part of the still robust Austro-Hungarian Empire. It was not until World War I put end to both empires that Transylvania became the third major part of Romania.

In the 12th and 13th centuries the Hungarian kings invited Germanic settlers to help defend their southeastern border against the Cumans and later the Ottomans. These people became known as the Transylvanian Saxons, though they were not all from Saxony. By the middle of the 19th century, Transylvania’s ethnic mix was 60% Romanian, 25% Hungarian and 10% Transylvanian Saxon.

The Hungarians were a land owning elite, the Germans, professionals and artisans, formed a largely urban middle and upper middle class while the Romanians toiled in the fields. This view is supported by the 1850 census which found the city of Sibiu ( then  capital of the Principality of Transylvania) was home to 2,089 Romanians, 977 Hungarians and 8,790 Germans. Sibiu was effectively a small German city and was generally known as Hermannstadt.

Sibiu Today

The outskirts of Sibiu are unremarkable, but pleasant enough, mercifully lacking the worst of the dwelling blocks thrown up by all communist governments.

The centre is different, a delightful old German city that is somehow obviously not in Germany. We checked in to our hotel which stood, almost unsigned on a lane rising beside the road.

Our hotel is on the little lane rising to the left

We took our luggage up to our room, I unlocked the door and stepped forward without looking. An unexpected sensation of falling was my first indication that the room was four steps below corridor level. For a very long second or so I ran flat out, as my feet attempted to catch up with my toppling torso. To my surprise and relief, I made it by the fourth step and continued, largely in control, to a relatively gentle collision with the wall opposite. Well that woke me up, after an hour sitting in a traffic jam.

A few minutes later, we were walking up to the centre to find some dinner. Sibiu was European City of Culture in 2007, and has rather developed a taste for it…

2007 European City of Culture drain cover

…and we had arrived during the annual arts festival. The big central square was surrounded by restaurants and at 9.30 empty tables were rare. We toured round until we spotted one and sat quickly, heedless of the menu. It had been a long day and this was not the time for gastronomy, Lynne had chicken and chips and I had chicken pie of sorts. Large restorative beers seemed important..

Chicken and Chips, Sibiu

Afterwards we walked round the square, enjoying the atmosphere and viewing an installation involving birdseed that was so far incomplete. A mirror wall stood across the end of the square ...

The mirror across the main square, Sibiu

...so we photographed ourselves.

27-Jun-2023

Sibiu, The City with Eyes

The following morning we set out to visit Hunedoara and Alba Iulia, and that is the subject of the next post.

We did not have time to look around yesterday, but as we walked to Vlad’s car, he mentioned that Sibiu is known as The City with Eyes. Their purpose is to ventilated the attic, but some see them as narrowed and suspicious, and they have featured in an anticorruption drive: ‘Sibiu is watching you’ To me they look relaxed and sleepy.

Sibiu, The City with Eyes

On our return Vlad conducted a walking tour. Sibiu had a population of 12,000 on 1850, today it has ten times as many.  The city has spread across the plain but 150 years ago, the much smaller and largely German speaking population lived either in the Lower Town, if they were artisans and traders, or the Upper Town if they were wealthy merchants. Longer ago, in wilder times, the upper town had been a fortified citadel

Yesterday we had walked up the gently graded road, this time we used the stairs. From the top we had a fine view down into the Lower Town.

Sibiu, Lower Town

At the top was the Casa Cafelor, the House of Journeymen. Built in the 16th century it was a Guild House for the Guild of Hatters.

Casa Calefor, Sibiu

From there we crossed the Bridge of Lies to the Upper Town’s Small Square (PiaÈ›a Mică).

On the Bridge of Lies

Many legends surround the name, mostly involving those who tell untruths - whether merchants or lovers – being lobbed over the parapet (see Wikipedia: Bridge of Lies). None of them are true, it is the bridge that lies, but only across the gap below.

There is a nice collection of sleepy eyes on the left of the picture, while the tower on the right is Sibiu’s Council Tower situated between the Small Square and Great Square (PiaÈ›a Mare). Originally built in the 12th century but often reconstructed, it has had many uses but is today an exhibition space.

Nearby the Casa Luxembourg Hotel has an elaborate 17th century façade.

Casa Luxembourg

The Holy Trinity Catholic Church is tucked into a corner of Great Square. It is relatively modest, but I blame the Art’s Festival boarding for my poor photograph.

Roman Catholic Church Sibiu

Inside, the church maintains an ornate dinginess, which I imagine may have been learnt during the Ceaușescu years.

Roman Catholic Church, Sibiu

I did like the pulpit, though.

Pulpit, Sibiu catholic church


Dinner in the Tower

Our walking tour drew to close at this point, but less than an hour later we were in La Turn (The Tower) Restaurant, recommended by Vlad, which is not in a tower, but does have entrances on both Small and Great Squares.

La Turn, Sibiu

We started with ţuică, a plum brandy which, like its cousin slivovitz, is drunk as an aperitif.

Lynne chose a Greek salad, while I went for the Peasant Platter - I know my place.

Peasant Platter

According to the menu’s translation peasants eat pork tenderloin, polenta, egg-eye, bellows and pickled cucumber. Polenta is a Romanian staple, egg-eye was obviously fried egg, and for pickled cucumber read gherkins, but bellows? ‘Burduf’ the word on the Romanian menu literally means bellows, as in equipment for blowing air not being shouty. It is also, apparently, a cheese made in Brasov from fresh sheep or buffalo milk cheese which is salted and kneaded. It was a good, hearty platter and I enjoyed it.

Lunch over, Vlad drove north towards Sibiu and the next post