I have encountered in the last few days a few glorious sights of luxuriant fruit and flowers in Bucharest, a few photographs of which are presented bellow. This sort of wonderful natural spectacle was very common in this city before the communist industrialisation and construction of the huge quarters of grey and overwhelmingly ugly concrete apartment blocks built to house the huge workforce brought in from the countryside. Today the city still suffers form the same industrialisation no matter what syndrome, with still little regard for promoting, let alone expanding, the remaining green areas. Bucharest of yesteryears has been an Eden like place not only from the point of view of its historic architecture, but also because of its luxuriant trees, fruit and flowers.



