Beyond selling martisoare at practically every street corner, at the Peasant Museum was organized a fair: the good part was that in a sea of kitsches, you were able to find some authentic stuff, the bad part is that the place was overly crowded.

It was a good opportunity to see what the martisor originally was: a silver coin on a red string, a protective amulet to protect the children after the cold season, not the hypocrite gift you have to give to all women around you.

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