I was in a seemingly other world, when I, somewhat hastily - because I had forgotten the time-changeover completely - had gotten out from the train.
It was completely quiet, without any hectic state.
In Sighisoara, horse-cars drove, not from two - only from one horse drawed, the cars had also no bench, the horses were powerful workhorses.
The few cars on the way in Sighisoara, were altogether new, usually Dacia. And hardly I had crossed the first street, I already saw the first streetdogs.
The avenue which I went along afterwards was from a remarkable beauty. In Sighisoara it was quiet, very light, everything was clean, therefore a very friendly mood.
In Sighisoara I noticed immediately, and later even more frequently, that the houses were very often adapted for the businesses apparently.
There was a lounge, known us rather as 'Espresso', a hairdresser, a doctor's office and a drugstore-market or parfumery - each of them accommodated in an one-family house.
The avenue was in a side-street, and although it was already end of october, it radiated a mediterane mood.
The hotel that I had found, was the only one in this small city. It had exactly one '*'. It was big! There were not many besides me.
The corridors were long, that staircases broadly and considerably. It already had to have experienced busier times.