Every now and then I get linguistic crushes: I grow very affectionate of expressions in a certain language, and often suffer when I find they are nigh untranslatable. That’s probably their charm in the first place- finding them I feel I discovered a way of saying something I hadn’t known before. Such is the French…
Category: street photography
Best of 2016- Budapest
So since last year I started a tradition (though I don’t know if you can already call it that after only one iteration) of listing some things which I found particularly nice about Budapest in the previous twelve months, I will try to continue it this year, with new ones, and perhaps see how many…
The Budapest Christmas Market Roundup
December is neatly divided into two phases, which follow each other abruptly and without any form of transition. Phase one is the oh Christmas is still ages away, I will take my time and enjoy this bit, when you cheerily look at a shop window or two and passingly check out a Christmas market with…
Danube Mists
In the old days, all roads led to Rome – quite literally, as my very infrequent TV watching revealed when I stumbled upon a rather interesting documentary while on a noble quest to look for some football. In Budapest, on the other hand, all roads lead to the Danube- again, pretty literally, as three out of…
Budapest 143
I’ve always been pretty good at remembering birthdays, though sometimes they would be totally random, the birthday of an elementary school friend whom I did not meet ever since, that of a random footballer who played for a team I support for half a season or that historical figure whose birthday was never relevant at…
Supermoon over Budapest
When the headlines are filled with the unmentionable US president elect, the New Zealand earthquake and Brexit, it’s quite refreshing to see something less doom-related make it to the front pages- though, come to think of it, a super moon might possibly trigger a zombie or werewolf apocalypse by the way things are going these…
Arad/50 mm
I might claim that my project of shooting one day in Arad strictly with the 50 mm lens was a great artistic endeavour of which I thought long and hard and which was aimed at revealing something in particular about the town I’ll always fondly call home. The truth is, I was lazy. Lazy to…
Simple Green Something
I have many positive traits among which keeping my promises is paramount: like just half an hour ago I went into the corner shop solemnly promising myself I would buy nothing but half a kilo of super healthy peaches, and came out with a can of Guinness. (Which, of course, is good for you. So…
Bridge over Untroubled Waters
Complaining about the Hungarian railway company is a hobby I like to indulge in every now and then, well, basically almost each time I happen to board one of their trains, which is pretty often. The list of their vile endeavours, from trains going suspiciously missing in the countryside to double selling tickets and half…
Beasts of the Southern Wild
My great chagrin about Western European cities is that they have no cats. Well, they do, they must have some, but their cats are not fully fledged members of the polis, they do not wander around in that self assured way of a feline basking in the knowledge that she owns- the house, the garden,…
Pocket Diary Budapest 