Giraffes at Universitate

Sitting in the back of a taxi driving past Piata Universitatii this morning, we couldn’t help but notice that there is now a large fibreglass giraffe’s head on the roundabout in the middle of the square.


Well, the why only becomes apparent when you head down into the Piata Universitatii underpass. For there will you find the rest of the giraffe:

It’s all part of a campaign to promote the reopening of the country’s best museum (about to get even better) the Grigore Antipa Museum of National History, slated for July 1st.

As regular readers will know, however, this is not the first time that we have been told about the reopening of the museum.

This time, however, it looks for real.

We phoned them this afternoon and they said that although it was unlikely they would reopen on July 1st, the museum would definitely be open this summer ‘around July 15th.’

After two years of renovations, all we can say is that we hope the wait will turn out to be worth it.

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  • Margot

    dont rush to the museum just yet; we just gave them a call this morning and they told us they re going to open it after Sept 15th … not sure if they re actually going to open it in Sept. 🙁

    • anon

      nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 🙁

      • Phil

        They appear to have spent this week sandpapering the steps up to the entrance. The speed at which they were working suggested it could take another 10 weeks.

    • This really does come as no surprise…

  • For a city of 2 million, it’s funny how so few people regularly comment here. I mean this blog is the only one like it and yet there is just a handful of people commenting. I always feel as I walk around Bucharest that there are really three different cities: The first group comprises many people who are simply living in the past as if Romania never even entered the EU 4 1/2 years ago. These people drive Dacia 1310s and seem to not be aware of the resurgence of Lipscani or of the Turabo cafe at piata Romana where a good espresso runs 8 lei with a little tip. The second group comprises Bucharest fitze, young men and women who are somehow driving 100,000 euro+ Mercedes, BMWs and Porsches etc. I have no idea who these people really are or what they do during the course of the day. It’s hard to imagine the kind of clout one yields in Bucharest when you are driving a top of the range German sports car. I am driving a BMW 128i here in the States and I get a lot of stares. Plenty of Bucharest 25 year-olds are driving around M6s. Thirdly, there is the Bucharest of the expatriate. In this world, the West in very present, unlimited resources abound and the REAL Romania is at a distance. Romania is simply seen as a cash cow. It would be great to get some Dacia 1310 drivers as well as some BMW M6 drivers chiming in here sometime!

    • Parmalat

      If you’re in the States, you must be driving a Cadillac CTS 6.2, that’s more insane than any German car I know. When I saw it at Top Gear I said to myself I gotta have one

  • Paco

    In my young days, I was a real addict of that museum. Every 2-3 months I requested with insistence a visit of the “Antipa”. The artificial cave was my favorite part (along with the whale skeleton). Pretty good entertainment for the highly imaginative 6 year-old me 🙂

    • It was one of those museums that didn’t patronise kids, which is why they loved it. Just hope the new version will be similar.

      • Parmalat

        I think they loved it because they could understand what it’s about and because it’s display was non-linear. Try taking a 6-year old to the Museum of History in Bucharest or to Musee d’Orsay in Paris… pure evil.

      • Parmalat

        The most entertaining museum which I ever visited was Le Dome des Invalides in Paris.

        I was 14 when I first dropped there and I was simply fascinated about the fact that people actually died from those weapons, the Middle Ages always exercised a deep attraction on myself.