The road traffic running past our hostel seems to be equally likely to be roaring engine or clopping hooves, and I saw more horses than cars on the new highway into town.
Sighisoara's claim to fame is as 'birthplace of dracula'. Well, this is Transylvania, where everywhere has some link to Vlad Tepes, the man with a passion for impaling Turks. It is enough of a tourist attraction in itself though, with photo-op old town perched on a hill, reached through the arch of the revolving figures and bell chiming clock tower. There is also a reserve of ancient oak trees, hidden on a hillside and accessed via an unsigned steep slippery 'road' of thick mud. It is suddenly peaceful, hidden from the noisy routine of the farms below and we even managed to spot a deer before it bolted.