People go to Chisinău, and that’s kinda it, and it’s really not representative of Moldova as a whole. You cross the border from Romania, and you’re immediately struck by the road turning to cobbles, and the modern street lamps turning into gas lamps. Ox carts bearing peasants in home-sewn clothes trundle by under their burden of hay. A rusted old lada serves as a roadside goose coop. Wattle and daub houses stoop by t…
Really? Gas lamps are usually the luxurious option, only maintained at great expense out of nostalgia; Moldova has almost no domestic gas production.