another year, another visit. eastern Romania, Tulcea and Sulina, easternmost Romania. needless to say the river, Danube, makes something distinctive out of the land it passes through, it splits thru, it digs thru and builds on top, mixes with itself and so on. there was also a jazz festival in Tulcea, unexpectedly great, and a very genuine mother feeding her little boy in a sunny cafe at the back of gas station on the way back to Bucharest.
