The former boyar street that crossed the 19th century Iasi transcends the time, but it has nothing in the glamor of old times. The Greek backyards and dughees with barrels of eggs, olives, smoked fish, mashed Chios, French cheeses, halva, shit and dates, plus other oriental goodies, confectioners’ doughs with their candies, the “Weinstein Fat” stamps of prince who printed the famous “Bourbon Head” stamps so desirable for philatelists, all stayed somewhere far in the mire of time.
“Here’s the old Iasi. There were palaces and huts next door. It was luxury and poverty, luxury with honest money, but also poverty. And all the merchandise on the most famous streets of our fair does not take the soul of the poor Iasi. “- Rudolf Şuţu