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Inside the carriages, silence fell. No phones glowed. No one whispered. The bride stopped crying. In the blackness, the only thing that existed was the clack-clack-clack of the wheels on the joints and the smell of coal smoke and wet moss.

Then came the tunnel.

When they burst out the other side, the sun had broken through. The monasteries of Bucovina—Voronet, with its famous blue; Humor, with its reds—stood on the hillside like toys. The teenagers gasped. The old man started the cimpoi drone. And the bride, looking at the fresco of the Last Judgment on the monastery wall, suddenly smiled. msts romania

Today was the "Train of the Witches," a Halloween-themed run from Câmpulung Moldovenesc up to the painted monasteries of the Bucovina region. The carriages were packed. Not with tourists with iPads, but with locals. Inside the carriages, silence fell