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…
Category: Városliget
Summer’s End in Városliget
The other day it dawned on me that the Budapest exploration project faded a little into the background with the advent of summer. It’s the season I enjoy the most, but also the one I find borderline tiring in its relentless excitement: the travels, the long days when you feel compelled to stay out with…
Late Autumn Philosophies
A long long time ago (well this is a rather disturbing way to start a sentence, since it kind of implies I am ancient, which, related to the overall age of the universe and such is of course utter nonsense), but, nevertheless, a long long time ago I read one or two novels by Paulo…
Fog Moves in Mysterious Ways
I like to take proverbs (and mostly anything) with a pinch of salt, but it’s dawned on me recently that I quite agree with the Romanian one stating that you know a good day by its morning. Which in my case, in utter conflict with everything my younger self believed in, is an early morning….
Sunny September Random
Since I have an innate gift for the inessential, here it goes: I don’t tan well. I try to console myself with the thought of some possible Celtic or Germanic ancestry, but the thing is, I usually go through the cottage cheese turns roast chicken then peels back into cottage cheese cycle. And nothing in…
Pocket Diary Budapest 