This weekend I’ve been to the Tulips Festival in Pitesti, Romania. Back in ‘72 the Town Hall decided to plant a lot of tulips in all the public spaces and this is how the Festival started.
I’ve been to the festival several times some 20 years ago with my parents (God I’m already old!) and you have to imagine that back in those days (before democracy) the festival was really special because the florist would bring special plants there which we could hardly see somewhere else. The festival also signifies the start of the spring that’s why my childhood memories were so nice.
So on Sunday I went there, hoping it will bring back memories. I took some pictures:
I have to say that now, these look quite normal and most of the people could do more or less the same in their backyards. But back in the days, this was awesome. Now, I’ve realized something else. Where are the Tulips? WTF!
Glad to see that the Town Hall at least kept the traditions and the public spaces where looking like this:
Anyway, I actually did find something to be mentioned: at the third floor, local schools where exhibiting things manufactured by the children – and in some cases the money from the sales went to help the orphans schools and homes:
By the way, did you know how the traditional Romanian wear is?
And some handmade dishes and stuff:
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The color of those tulips against the green leaves is astounding. I bet it smelled real nice too. I love Spring!
Ride on,
Torch
The color of those tulips against the green leaves is astounding. I bet it smelled real nice too. I love Spring!
Ride on,
Torch
PS: Forgot to add good post!
Your site is very interesting as well! In fact it’s on my reading list now!
Sometimes revisiting the past can be disappointing. Traditional events can become so far detracted from their origin. At least as you mention the town hall kept the tradition alive in its original context. Hope it didn’t spoil your day out too much.
Ted
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