Though I nearly expired from a hang-over yesterday, D. had the very good idea of going to the park with a picnic. It was a blazing hot day, and the park was filled with people playing frisbee and football. I fell asleep to the calming sound of conversation from the Romanians near to us, and was awoken by the sound of young Romans squealing over a volleyball game. The park, once belonging to a Roman aristocrat but now turned over to the city, had some beautiful buildings in it which look over the city down below, very red in the late afternoon sun.