We stay in a dorm, in front of the national bank.

The area called "the Old Bucharest" is totaly new.
A brand of lounge coffeshop vaporize the terraces by day and let the strippers dance by night.
Welcome in a bachelor's paradise.

Pastel colored shops offer to enjoy the last days of sales.

Further, cubic buildings covered with advertisements are parked along larges avenues.

I know, curiosity implies to walk, but we are crushed by fatigue and heat and the road trip starts tomorrow, 

So we stay in this strange bubble, where a tenacious accordionist plays the generic of The Godfather a hundred times.