Sighişoara is actually the birthplace of Vlad Ţepeş, so of course there’s a Dracula restaurant at the site of his old home.
What was more creepy in Sighişoara, however, was the sight of huge flocks of crows swarming around the church by the river. You could hear them screeching a hundred meters away. Looking up, they were everywhere.
When I walked back later in the evening, an old woman was standing in the middle of a large patch of grass, banging on a pot with a wooden spoon. The crows overhead screamed back at her. I have no explanation.
Black Ivory King – The Flying Crow [yes, this is about taking a train]