Right when I felt overjoyed that I had managed to sort all of last month’s pictures thematically, I realized that I still had several which were ‘orphaned’- shots I took randomly because I could (just so that I never pass by a good picture if it’s there) or ones which were born with the rather…
A (Not So) Bottomless Lake
Lake Feneketlen (Bottomless) has always been a Budapest mystery to me. Obviously it cannot, should not, must not be bottomless- though here we touch upon another thing I can’t do, which is swim properly, so in all honestly anything above 1.5 metres qualifies as bottomless to me, for if I cannot safely probe the ground…
The Probably Cherry Tree of Gellért Hill
All things considered, I was doing pretty well with my exploration of the lesser known Budapest project, resisting the easy temptations of Városliget and Margitsziget whenever the sun is shining. Actually, I do go to Margitsziget pretty much all the time, but no matter how I look at it, running with a DSLR is still…
Spring in the Buda Arboretum
We went into the weekend under the dark auspices of one of those classical Budapest weather forecasts, which claimed that we’d again have two miserable days before spring came back on Monday. But either spring was very stubborn, or the crystal globe was broken, because the sunshine soldiered on. To fair to the meteorological institute,…
Saturday Starts at the Hunyadi Market
It might sound somewhat odd from someone who is particularly ill fitted for both haggling and cooking (I have an impression this blog is slowly turning into a litany of all the things I can’t do), but I have an irrational love of markets. Not that I buy much, see probable reasons above. I simply…
The Budapest Saint Patrick’s Day Parade 2017
I was planning to start the post with a diatribe on how, since we attend the Budapest Saint Patrick’s Day Parade each year (it has just turned the respectable age of seven), I will run out of subjects to cover, but, alas, this is exactly how I started the post last year- congratulating myself here…
Sziget Names for the Ides of March
I will be very honest and admit that none of the new names made me jump for particular joy, but then again, one of the very first things I learned during my working career, and perhaps still the most important one, is that life is not a cookie factory. I also assume that there are…
Silence and Neon Lights
If I had any serious literary talent I’d probably be able to write a short novel about what it feels like to return to my home town, luckily for you though, I do not, so this little piece is the closest I’ll get to articulating what it’s like to be back on home turf after…
Forest at the End of Town
In an odd turn of events last Saturday happened to be almost irrationally sunny and pleasant by Budapest weekend standards, which state that fine weather should invariably turn miserable at 6 PM on Friday. Or perhaps at 7 AM on Saturday, so those ridiculous souls who are awake at that ungodly hour will have a…
I Was The Sziget Guinea Pig, So You Don’t Have to Be-The 2017 Edition
Since last year’s very efficient guinea pigging allowed me to put on the radar any previously unknown, but perhaps promising acts, thus avoiding that atrocious moment when you realize you kind of fancy someone right after they’ve played Sziget, I might as well make a tradition of it. Three Sziget announcements have given me enough material…
Pocket Diary Budapest 