Fickle Snow- A Morning in Városliget

Not only does snow have a smell, but it also has a very particular way of filtering light as it sneaks into the apartment on winter mornings. In all honestly, calling it light might be an overstatement, it is more a state of darkness that is incomplete, an undecided darkness, a confused darkness, a darkness…

Le Snow!

Though, taking into consideration usual Budapest conditions, the snow will most likely either be gone by tomorrow morning, or turn into hideous brown slush, it’s here and it’s quite wonderful.