I arrived into Bucharest’s Henri Coandă International Airport from Athens on a dreary, overcast morning. With intentions to head off to Translvania that afternoon, I didn’t have long up my sleeve to take in Romania’s diverse capital city.
After taking the bus from the airport to the Gare de Nord and purchasing my train ticket to Brasov, it was almost lunch time. I jumped on the underground to the city centre, where the biting October wind forced me into a shopping centre for a jumper and beanie before I could do anything else.
Suitably rugged up now, I hit the cobblestones in the Old Town. Tucked in odd little corners, I would stumble upon churches and other remnants of Bucharest’s pre-communist history. Bucharest has earned itself the nickname of ‘little Paris’ and walking amongst the Old Town’s architecture, it’s not hard to see why. When the rain came, I waited it out in one of the many cozy pubs, bars and cafes that fill the winding streets.
When you head up Victoriei Street, Bucharest’s version of Champs de Elysee, you’ll notice the jarring juxtaposition of the Gothic architecture and the harsh concrete Communist apartment and office blocks. However, when it comes to the Ceauşescu-era buildings, none are more infamous the Palace of Parliament. You’ve got to book a tour of the Parliament in advance, which takes approx 45 min, so I guess that’s something I’ll have to do next visit!
And before I knew it, it was time to head back to the train station for my onward trip to Transylvania!
Looks like I’ll need to come back to Bucharest, so let me know your tips in the comments!