There isn't a whole lot left of fin de siècle Bucharest, the thriving "Little Paris of the East." Only a few square blocks of mostly rundown old buildings survived both World War II and 45 years of communism. Because of a large oil refinery in Ploesti, about 30 miles north of Bucharest, the city was guarded by a large contingent of German soldiers, so both the refinery and the city were repeated bombing targets. Ploesti was the site where the first American bombs fell in Europe during WWII; that raid was more symbolic than destructive.
The Soup of the Day at St. Patrick Irish Pub. One of my favorites.
This has to be one of my all time favorite building additions. When we were redoing our house on Quinn Street in Jackson, because Belhaven was a Historic District, the lady from the City Planning Commission would not allow me to re-use a 9/9 pane window because it had to be different from the original architecture so that one could tell it was an addition or alteration to the exterior. I'm sure that lady would heartily approve of the approach in this photo.
A very nice awning.
Covered patio.
The concert hall, the Romanian Atheneum (Ateneul Roman) on Benjamin Franklin Street, on George Enescu Square. The George Enescu Philharmonic is headquartered here, and the George Enescu Music Festival is held here. The George Enescu museum is up the street about half a mile in the Cantacuzino Palace. One arrives in Bucharest by airplane at the George Enescu International Airport. Quite a lot of homage for a favorite son.
The School of Architecture at the university.
National Bank of Romania.
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