The first real snow started this afternoon in Bucureşti.  It’s been building for a couple hours and threatens to bury the city in what’s turning out to be a gorgeous winter wonderland.

A couple weeks ago, one of these trei sori celebrated a birthday.  La mulţi ani, draguţa!

Fumbling about for some orange juice one recent morning, I happened to glance out the window in time to see Darwin’s theory at work.

This guy apparently felt the need to step outside into the frosty air, wearing only a Romanian-colored track suit smothered in non-Romanian corporate logos and an expensive pair of super ice-grip boots, so that he might wash his windows.

It seemed to take him quite a while to get the job done.  My hunch is that his wet towel was freezing as he went along, thus slowing down progress.  Since there was no particular single spot he was interested in (such as a bird attack), the daring feat kept him occupied a good 30 to 40 minutes.

Personally, I know both you and I would trust our sure-footedness on that frosty slick rail of the rusted out plant hanger to keep us from plunging several meters onto the bouncy, soft pillow-top mattress waiting below.

Cue the circus acrobat music!

Et quis custodiet ipsos custodes?