While looking at an old map of Constantinople, Istanbul today, I felt lost even if I knew my way around. Some buildings were there, while others not yet. Old maps can be unsettling, but ancient maps of cities you just visited even more so.
Continue reading “When an Old Map of Constantinople Meets Istanbul City Today”Stories at Bucharest’s Map Museum: Transylvania in Fries’ 1525 and Mercator’s 1595 Maps, and Dacia in Fries’ 1541 Map
Stories at Bucharest’s Map Museum unfold through three remarkable early maps: Lorenz Fries’ 1525 map of Transylvania, his 1541 map of Dacia, and Gerardus Mercator’s 1595 map of Transylvania, each offering a glimpse into how cartographers of the past imagined and recorded these historic lands.
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Any visit at the National Museum of Maps and Old Books in Bucharest is a memorable adventure.
As a traveller and historical fiction writer I have always trusted maps and had a thing for ancient books. I know I’m not alone.
Continue reading “The Unique National Museum of Maps and Old Books in Bucharest”The Hidden Story Woven into Ia, Romania’s Amazing Blouse
Is, the Romanian blouse, is admired for its beauty, its patterns, and its symbolism. Yet its truest story begins long before the first stitch.
Continue reading “The Hidden Story Woven into Ia, Romania’s Amazing Blouse”Saxon Painting and its Hidden Language in When Secrets Bloom
In the Carpathian lands wood was never only material. It was a way of life, forest turned into geographical landmark (Transylvania, Trans-silva, the land beyond the forest). Wood was shelter and church, and then it became memory.
With the arrival of German Saxons in Transylvania during the middle of the 12th century, the craft tradition of painted furniture started out of with necessity before it became decoration. Colours arrived later, as an afterthought to survival.
And yet it is colour that outlived so much else.
In my novels When Secrets Bloom and Beneath the Snow I draw on this medieval Saxon tradition: not as background detail, but as silent architecture beneath the lives of my characters. Because painted wood is never passive. It tells as much as it remembers.
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