Mogoşoaia palace, near Bucharest, was built by the great voivode and later martyr Constantin Brâncoveanu between 1698 and 1702, when the Dutch usurper, William III was on the thrones of England and Scotland.
It always looked to me like an Indian palace and I found that there is a reason for this. Indian Mughal architecture is really Persian and Constantin Brancoveanu's buildings were very influenced by Persian styles. The Stavropoleos church, in the old town in Bucharest, is another good example. So is the church of Fundenii Doamnei, also nowadays in Bucharest.
The Romanian Orthodox Church a few years back canonised Stephen the Great (though my friend Emil Perhinschi, says Stefan cel Mare should be translated as Stephen the Old) despite the saint having been said to have had an illegitimate child in every town to which he laid siege. (I mentioned this to an extremely devout lady I know in Suceava country, who regularly takes food to hermits and attends Mass daily, and she said 'Well, he was a man.') Stephen the Great also impaled his enemies through their anal sphincters, just like Vlad the impaler and other mediaeval monarchs. I do think that Constantin Brâncoveanu, who was martyred, along with his family, because he refused to convert to Islam, would be a better candidate for canonisation. When his teenage son wavered about conversion to Islam, Constantin Brâncoveanu encouraged him to be true to the faith.
On the subject of martyrdom, and without disrespect to these very brave heroes, I really fail to see why a forced conversion under pain of death matters. This discussion, according to Gibbon, has been going on sotto voce since the reign of Nero.
Mogoşoaia was renovated by Princess Teresa Bibescu in the 1920s and the plaster removed to show the beautiful brickwork, a beauty purchased at the expense of anachronism, although, unlike with mediaeval and Tudor beam buildings in England, where I think the beams should not be exposed, I feel exposing the brickwork at Mogoşoaia was a good idea. Mind you, the attractive red of the bricks is one of the things that makes the palace remind me of one in India.
British Prime Minister H.H. Asquith's daughter, Elizabeth Asquith, who married Prince Antoine Bibescu, lived here for some years.
In the 1990s Mogoşoaia, then twenty minutes at most by car from the centre of Bucharest, felt utterly rustic, but now the lake is fringed with the hideous villas of prosperous customs officers and police colonels.
My friend Sarah, or rather Silvia Colfescu on Sarah's blog, has written very interestingly about Mogoşoaia here. Rather than repeat or steal her information, I recommend you read her piece. There has been enough plagiarism in Romania recently.