Leather and sweat at Dambraveni

We'd passed Sighisoara and were looking for the signs to Biertan; then round the corner we saw a horse fair in full swing. We dived in and soon became popular through the medium of Nikon. Transylvanian men, on the whole, love being photographed. This chap was very proud of his little blue roan, eight months old and ours for 250 Euros. But up the hill we found Stella and her owner Jonas, who was delighted to show off both her class and his driving skills. It was a hot day, and the smell of sweaty horses and saddlery was all-pervasive, along with the occasional scent of buffalo and panting piglets.