The tourist pics can wait. In the meantime at Allison's Birthday party, someone was clicking away. It was a great party but our Jack is beginning a shy stage. An enlarged image of this shows him wondering should he dare look up at this strange lady or pretend she's not really there?

Mr. B. is having a good time looking for something or someone he might jump upon. Does anyone remember Fearless Fosdick? That's our Bruce!

Sarah and Harrison Edward (aka Harry)

Driving through Romania continues ...
Although the hostess/bar tender spoke some English in the T of D (see next post), ordering supper became too difficult and we fell back on our standard "you cook something." It turned out to be a sumptuous meal of grilled chicken and grilled veg, etc.

We named this the Temple of Doom as it was the only place we could find to stay the night. The wooden building had 7 different levels within 4 stories, a la Faulty Towers. To descend to the lobby, we had to walk through a mezzanine of drinkers playing cards (a la TofD)