Today, I found myself immersed in the rich mosaic of history and culture that is Brașov, a gem in the heart of Romania. Situated in the Carpathian mountains, the city offered breathtaking vistas at every turn. Brașov’s Council Square, known locally as Piata Sfatului, drew me in with its colorful baroque structures and the Black Church standing imposingly in the background. The Black Church is the largest gothic church in Romania and stands as a testimony to the city’s Saxon heritage and resilience, having survived a great fire that gave it its name. The monument, with its Turkish carpets and grandiose organ, sang silent songs of epochs gone by, ushering visitors into a world steeped in history and tales from different eras.

As I ventured into the narrowest street in Eastern Europe, Strada Sforii, a kind of poetic nostalgia enveloped me. The street, which was initially used by firefighters, has now become a sought-after spot for photo enthusiasts and romantic souls. Around me, the city buzzed with a gentle rhythm of everyday life, a harmonic symphony of the old and the new creating a sweet melody that echoed in the squares, streets, and into the hearts of every visitor, leaving a lasting imprint of a city that lovingly cradles its rich history while warmly welcoming the future with open arms.