It was a beautiful Sunday morning in Bucharest, Romania. It was such a beautiful day that I did what I do almost always on Sundays — a short trip to the city. I live on the outskirts and a trip into the city means a trip to the city center.
This Sunday walk has a purpose and a reason that it happens. My wife goes to church and I accompany her. I accompany her because, besides the spiritual part, which is her interest, the more prosaic and material part follows, which is my interest. Like, for example, cappuccinos made by specialists, i.e. baristas...
Because what do you think? God has set up a little café next to the church. And what's more, it's our favorite coffee shop, The Coffee Shop.
I like the cappuccino at the Coffee Shop because it's good and big. I don't have to order more to get enough, no. My barista friends make me a cappuccino in a mug almost as big as a soup bowl.
This is the author, head barista, if I may say so. Although I'm not sure he's the boss, because even he can't smoke inside...
Every Sunday is the same, so far.
I mean church and coffee.
That's from 9 am till 12 am. Then anything can happen... anything can happen from a walk on the (central) streets of Bucharest.
Sometimes we go to the shops. Another time we go to a bookshop and another time we visit a museum. We do our best to keep Sunday beautiful and even sublime, as our colleague 
I looked at the flowers on this most recent Sunday.
Next to the cafe are two florists, two downtown florists, so two florists you don't really want to go into.
If you go in, there's a good chance you'll come out the same way you did.
I mean with no flowers.
They're costly! The flowers are special, especially now when they are spring-like but if you don't necessarily want to impress someone, it's best to refrain from buying. That is if you have enough money in your pocket.
I don't like going into a store knowing I won't buy something. I'm ashamed to give false hope to the salesman.
This is one of the reasons why I prefer to look at flowers through the shop window.
The other reason is that I like pictures with reflections... I invite you to take a closer look at all these flower photos and see what's behind them!
I love reflections so much! Each photo seems to be a collage, a collage not made by human hands. It's a joint work of the camera lens and the mirror effect of the windows!
Reflections are like ghosts.
Just as there are ghost movies, there are ghost photographs. In my opinion, photos with reflections are ghost photos.
The owners and sellers of these florists know very well that not everyone can and wants to buy flowers from them, and that people like me don't even go to the florist. So they decided to put flowers outside, on the street, in front of the florist's, to convince, maybe, more people to come into the shop.
Looking costs nothing... yet! I've been enjoying these flowers, especially the spring ones. Nature's rebirth, even if sometimes forced.
