I only took the 133 from the train station to Piata Romana. Because of the holidays and people crowding the sea shore, thus away from the capital, the bus was pretty empty. Mostly old people, coming from the market, going places. It felt familiar, riding the bus. I missed Bucharest a lot. It's a part of me, even if dusty in proper terms, still dear as only a city can be.

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