Travels with Books- Part Two

Henning Mankell- An Event in Autumn, London, October 2014 It was, unsurprisingly, a rainy autumn day in London, we were tired and soaked, walking by the grey Thames melting into the grey sky, and looking for a pub. But first, another bookstore, my boyfriend a wet statue of resignation as I got lost among the shelves,…

Travels with Books- Part One

On the first of January, holed up at home with what, I now realize, was a moderate case of the ‘nice flu’, I wrote up a list of things I look forward to this year, including, naturally, travels. For more than a decade now years have been framed, punctuated, divided by travels. I have never…

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My greatest achievement for the month of February (brace yourselves for a good one) was equaling my best score at Oscar predictions, primarily as I placed all my chips, like a risk loving poker player, on Parasite winning big- the best bits of the ceremony itself, which I perversely insist on watching live, were Bong Joon…

No Forest for Old Wolves- A Visit to Farkaserdő

Farkas-erdő (Wolf Forest) is not really a forest and obviously does not have wolves. Its most canine touch are the distant barks occasionally to be heard from the Rex Animal Shelter (actually called Rex Animal Island, though it’s not an island), situated at the Ócéanárok street end of Farkaserdő. Óceánárok means ocean ditch, but it’s…

Cellini’s Saliera and the Mo Salah of Beer- A Weekend in Vienna

On an unseasonably warm February morning we strolled through the Belvedere park, among joggers running out of steam on its gentle incline and Asian ladies snapping selfies with bare legs (it was not THAT warm, but the Asian resilience to cold in touristy situations never ceases to amaze me). A few hours later, we were…

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So, after almost a year and a half of decent discipline, I did it- skipped one procrastinator’s log, that is, procrastinated it so long that I finally decided it would be irrelevant. Not that it’s generally all that relevant, plus I could always blame the sinus infection for it. Which is the nec plus ultra…

Refuge by the River- Visit(s) to Szentendre

It recently dawned on me that, shockingly, I haven’t written anything about Szentendre here, though I’ve probably been there more than to any other place in Hungary besides Budapest, which figures, since it’s a leisurely 40 minutes away by HÉV line number 5, which gently rocks upstream along the course of the Danube. (An extension…

A Good List Goes a Long Way: 2019 Edition

Sometime halfway into December I realized we are approaching the end of a decade (or not, depends on how you count it) and felt maybe I should do some sort of a roundup/celebration. Then immediately also realized that I have, in spite of what I consider a decent memory, no clear recollection of what I…

Complainer Meets Hope: Best of Budapest 2019

The year started in the cold corridors of the Adria Palace, its fading beauty on display in the eerily dazzling Blade Runner 2049, and now also to be glimpsed in the Black Widow trailer. Finally, a film where Budapest IS Budapest, not just a prop pretending to be some other random city, though I’m also…

I’m Dreaming of a Grey, Slushy Christmas

Thing is, you do not simply put up our Christmas tree. The number of heirloom baubles has now spiraled beyond any control, so the job takes almost all morning, and a good bit of the afternoon. Gives you time to think, too, though the blog’s industrious co-photographer stands firm by his remark that you cannot…