The train pulled in late to Sighisoara, right after the mist burned off the morning.I approached the train information booth. "Is there a place I can leave my bag?"
"Da. Here." She motioned inside her booth.
I left my bag, bought an onward ticket for a later train, and wandered off, looking for a route to the old town.
I got my first glance.
Lovely.
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Beautiful, until you see the tagging on the wall on the right and the broken lights on the top of the standards. Then one wonders about socio-economic and thuggery/police situation. A different kind of denizen owns the night.
Maybe it's a bit like New Jersey in some ways.
Would look beautiful in the autumn, though.
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