Transylvanian Morning

I was up early with the birdsong and church bells. This was the sun rising on the clock tower.A gorgeous walk around the town as the children were heading to school.The sights and sounds of Transylvania always touch me in such a special way. I feel the past here; I see things more vividly; I hear the ancient sounds. The taste of the fresh water, awakening from sleep under a soft duvet in a wooden bed, eating homemade jam and fresh bread on old ceramic plates, sitting in handmade chairs, walking on truly ancient stone streets. I feel so alive and so present in this timeless town.Magical.