Tag Archives: Budapest
After ten years of repeating that Budapest had potential I arrived in town for a solo night – my first – to discover that, yes, the old gal has done it. Realising it, I mean. And ain’t that a surprise. … Continue reading
Italy >>>> >>>> Slovenia >>>> >>>> >>>> Hungary Doing it all tomorrow again. Can’t wait. Honest.
I’m not what you’d call a film expert, for most of what I view is mindless stuff, possibly ridden with explosions and usually on planes; documentaries and short fiction are more to my liking. However, every now and then I … Continue reading
The shouts were coming from downstairs: three voices, heated up by irritation and slurred by alcohol despite it being 10 AM. My piss-poor Hungarian wouldn’t allow me to grasp anything, but it didn’t matter for this was Blaha Lujza tér’s underpass and, … Continue reading
A thin barrage of small flakes, more akin to ice droplets than to big, wet snowflakes kept falling down from the sky for our entire permanence in the city. Had this happened in London, Boris Johnson would’ve been out reading … Continue reading
There are places, I have found, that inspire my photographic side like no other, no matter how poor the product might be. These places are packed to the rafters with quirky features, interesting aspects and angles that make me stop … Continue reading