The reason why I love walking to work, besides the recent study concluding that if you move enough you can reasonably hope that a can of soda here and there won’t kill you- and I WILL fight for my soda-is that I happen to cross the best neighbourhoods in town. I set off from the sixth and zig-zag through the fifth and seventh, depending on which particular route I chose. And that again depends on liquid intake, this time the location of where I intend to purchase my life saving early morning latte. The positive result of such consistent shallowness is that I notice all the new street art popping up in the area, as illustrated below.
Pocket Diary Budapest 