There are no roses here, or at least not in such early spring, but upon closer inspection, I did identify some twigs that might grow into fine roses come summer. But that should surprise no one, as the name of the square was actually chosen on account of roses being associated to Saint Elizabeth, whose statue can be seen in front of the church. Before becoming the square of the roses, it had some what less poetic names, such as Cattle Market square and Poorhouse square. These days there’s nothing dramatic happening in the area though, on a lazy weekend afternoon it’s mainly a crowd of people walking dogs, kids chasing said dogs and people reading and occasionally eyeing said children and dogs with a slightly accusative but benign stare.
Pocket Diary Budapest 