The good old days of Iaşi city
For those of you who feel a little too grounded in the present and almost always with an eye to the future, let your imagination fly back into the past for a minute, to a place shrouded in mistery and beauty. Imagine a city that never sleeps, full of life and elegance, and its inhabitants walking arm in arm on the street, enjoying the last rays of the sun. In case this image does not ring a bell, let me tell you that the name you are looking for is Iaşi or, as its habitants use to call it, the city of seven hills. The year is 1840. The city of Iaşi is gently stretching on the back of a long hill, puts its belt on the Bahlui river and extends to the Tătăraşi slum, where the city stops suddenly, near a deep ravine. Piles of white and fancy houses are scattered here and there, surrounded by green meadows, gardens, trees, and over the ridge, a thicket of trees controls everything. Iaşi is a huge mixture of massive and elegant buildings, palaces and hovels surrounded by enormous cour