At dinner last night in the hotel with the other WB staff. We were allowed only beer and wine to drink and the waiter got very sniffy when I asked him for some water!! The beer and wine were very good, however, but even I have to dilute it.
Pavement traders trying to earn a few pennies selling a cup of wild raspberries or walnuts contrast sharply with the high street designer shops selling perfume for $350 a bottle...
The clock tower-cum-arch, across the main street from the Parliament buildings, is more pleasing on the eye than its opposite attraction.
A statue of Stephan (some important bloke) in the main park. This was, according to Gavin, the only thing to see in Chisinau 12 years ago when he was last here.
Pizza cone, anyone? I like this idea; a cone of pizza dough with the filling inside. I wonder how easy it is to eat, though? You probably have to scoop the filling out with your tongue like an aardvark. the little girl seems to be eating her pizza off a turntable...May have to buy one, for research purposes.
A trolley bus drives past the uninspiring parliament building in Chisinau.
Opposite the parliament is the rather more inspiring main church, though no idea what it is called. The interior is newly refurbished and absolutely beautiful, with paintings in gorgeous hues all over the walls and ceilings. Sadly no photos allowed, although I did sneak one before I entered and saw the sign.
This gives you an idea of how beautiful the interior of the Church is. A man was applying gold leaf to one of the very ornate candlesticks while I was there. Plenty of devout visitors there as well, crossing themselves in front of the many icons.
The flowers are very ornate too, especially the ones sprinkled with glitter, like these. But gorgeous anyway. These were in the street market; basically a street lined with flower sellers.
One of the many flower sellers bored from lack of trade. I don't know who buys them or even where they come from; probably Amsterdam. But there are so many. the sad part was that, even though you walk past zillions of roses and other genetically perfect flowers, there is no perfume at all.
At dinner last night in the hotel with the other WB staff. We were allowed only beer and wine to drink and the waiter got very sniffy when I asked him for some water!! The beer and wine were very good, however, but even I have to dilute it.
Pavement traders trying to earn a few pennies selling a cup of wild raspberries or walnuts contrast sharply with the high street designer shops selling perfume for $350 a bottle...
The clock tower-cum-arch, across the main street from the Parliament buildings, is more pleasing on the eye than its opposite attraction.
A statue of Stephan (some important bloke) in the main park. This was, according to Gavin, the only thing to see in Chisinau 12 years ago when he was last here.
Pizza cone, anyone? I like this idea; a cone of pizza dough with the filling inside. I wonder how easy it is to eat, though? You probably have to scoop the filling out with your tongue like an aardvark. the little girl seems to be eating her pizza off a turntable...May have to buy one, for research purposes.
A trolley bus drives past the uninspiring parliament building in Chisinau.
Opposite the parliament is the rather more inspiring main church, though no idea what it is called. The interior is newly refurbished and absolutely beautiful, with paintings in gorgeous hues all over the walls and ceilings. Sadly no photos allowed, although I did sneak one before I entered and saw the sign. 
This gives you an idea of how beautiful the interior of the Church is. A man was applying gold leaf to one of the very ornate candlesticks while I was there. Plenty of devout visitors there as well, crossing themselves in front of the many icons.
The flowers are very ornate too, especially the ones sprinkled with glitter, like these. But gorgeous anyway. These were in the street market; basically a street lined with flower sellers.
One of the many flower sellers bored from lack of trade. I don't know who buys them or even where they come from; probably Amsterdam. But there are so many. the sad part was that, even though you walk past zillions of roses and other genetically perfect flowers, there is no perfume at all.
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