Calea mosilor

Mosilor Street, the modern thoroughfare of a Bucharest that struggles so hard to appear occidentalized and yet doesn’t quite manage to: something Balkan, Levantine lingers in the atmosphere of the streets, in spite of the concrete ten-floor blocks, of the road with three lanes each way and the tram embankment in the middle, for long and silent carriages. Buses and trolleybuses with glaring commercials applied on their bodies pass by in a hurry through the stream of cabs along the streets with restaurants, bars and strip-tease cabarets, belly dances and manele.
more here : The Forgotten Mosilor (May Fair) Street