Good morning. This is the first day since I arrived in Bucharest that it's not sunny. It feels shocking in a strange way. Saturday was not a very eventful day. In the afternoon, we visited a Romanian Village museum that had many artifacts from the peasant way of life. A whole section of the museum was dedicated to crosses and a whole room of icons in the Romanian Orthodox style. They even had a very old wooden iconostasis (the wall of icons that separates the altar from the rest of the sanctuary). I've always had a deep devotion to icons but in the context of the museum there was no feeling of "holiness" at all. It was a secular space with a secular feeling in spite of the beauty of the religious art.
We then walked further downtown and met a visiting Vietnamese man and his Romanian partner for coffee. Florin got a thirst for a local favorite, a kind of unfermented grape juice called "Must" (pronounced 'moost'), very sweet and tasty. It has the faint taste of skin and seed in it. We drank it in a restaurant owned by a fascinating woman who had cooked for the British Embassy for many years. The menu is wondefully eclectic containing classic Romanian food as well as items to meet any palate - including chili con carne!