The beginnings of Romanian architectural education in the Romanian Lands

The writings of ^Demidoff1 have inspired generations of historians and journalists for a century and a half, making headlines in articles and broadsheets such as those of the remarkable

Domenico Casseli, in the inter-war "Gazeta Municipale".

Thus the chronicler says: 'From all parts everyone was trying to do us the best service; the most illustrious and honorable of this good city were at our disposal to increase our booty of travelers, and it is not possible that anyone could make better use of the five days that passed too quickly. After we had put in order our enlightened personal notes (at the head of which we must place the Hospodar and Mr. Minister Stirbey), we cast a glance of farewell and gratitude on this city, worthy to be placed among the most interesting. So we walked through its winding streets for the last time, and stopped again at the threshold of its churches, with their carved columns and frescoes in which the gentle faces of the saints gleam in multicolored shimmer. We hurried to explore its old neighborhoods and the road where the bourgeoisie used to stroll; we breathed in the atmosphere of the smokers who gather in the cafes, where newspapers of all nations satisfy the curiosity of a public eager for news of the political world."

Demidoff dixit - or, well, gavarit...

The writings of ^Demidoff1 (a complete edition was published in 1854) inspired successive generations of historians and journalists over the course of one and a half centuries, and found a prominent place in articles and feuilletons such as those written by the remarkable Domenico Casseli for Gazeta Municipală between the two world wars.

This is what the chronicler says: "Wherever we went, they all vied with each other to provide us with the best services; the most illustrious and the most honorable men of this good city placed themselves at our disposal, augmenting our booty as travellers, and nobody could have employed those five days more profitably than we did, days that elapsed all too quickly. After we had put in order our edifying personal notes (at the head of which it is fitting to place the Hospodar and Minister Stirbey), we cast one last farewell look of gratitude over this city worthy of being ranked among the most interesting. We traveled along its winding streets for the last time. We paused once more on the threshold of its churches, with their carved columns and frescos where the gentle, polychromatic faces of the saints gleam. We hastened to explore its old quarters and chausée, where the boyars stroll; we breathed in the atmosphere of the smokers that gather at the coffee houses, where the newspapers of all nations satisfy the curiosity of a public eager for news from the political sphere."

Demidoff dixit! Or rather skazal...