Thus we had time to view the interior of this Wallachian city.
With what disappointed surprise did my fellow-passengers view the ugliness of this town, which from a distance promises so much! On me it made but little impression, for I had seen towns precisely similar in Galicia.

The streets and squares are full of pits and holes; the houses are built without the slightest regard to taste or symmetry, one perhaps projecting halfway across the street, while its neighbour falls quite into the background.

In some places wooden booths were erected along each side of the street for the sale of the commonest necessaries of life and articles of food, and these places were dignified by the name of "bazaars." Curiosity led us into a wine-shop and into a coffee-house.

In both of these we found only wooden tables and benches; there were hardly any guests; and the few persons present belonged to the humblest classes.
Glasses and cups are handed to the company without undergoing the ceremony of rinsing.
We purchased some eggs and butter, and went into the house of one of the townspeople to prepare ourselves a dish after the German fashion.

I had thus an opportunity of noticing the internal arrangements of a house of this description.