Description
The coat of arms is a bleu celeste escutcheon charged with an or eagle facing dexter (standing for the historical region of Wallachia - see Coat of arms of Wallachia), crowned bleu celeste, blazoned langued and armed gules with a Latin cross in its beak, standing over the motto PATRIA ŞI DREPTUL MEU ("The Fatherland and My Right") on a scroll tricoloured horizontally red-yellow-blue (the colours of the Romanian flag).
The eagle bears in its claws a sword dexter, a Tenné sceptre sinister, and on its breast a gules in the escutcheon with thin azure bordure, charged with the image of Saint Dimitrie Basarabov holding a spear dexter and a Latin cross sinister. The saint, who is the city's patron, is commonly referred to as, and confounded with, Saint Demetrius — today's arms seem to represent the latter, as the person depicted is dressed in a Roman uniform.
The escutcheon is adorned with a crest composed of a seven-towered argent mural crown over which stands a stylised sable eagle wings displayed facing dexter, with a Latin cross in its beak.
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