I have not overcome my childhood fear of the Ferris Wheel; so, admittedly here a photograph of something I did not partake. It’s always best to leave something undone as tomorrow I leave Budapest for the USA and home.
Secessionist extravaganza by Ödön Lechner in 1901.
Parliament…inside, outside…by day, by night…Parliament.
Saturday stroll and just rewards.
Hidden gems of Art Nouveau and Secessionism.
A day trip to the village of Szentendre on a rickety local train. Returning I took the city boat that weaves back and forth along the Danube for that magical moment when the bridge lights are lit. Within thirty-minutes Budapest is aglow in white lights.
The Hungarian State Opera House has the third best acoustic in Europe only to be surpassed by Milan’s La Scala and Paris’ Garnier. Tonight’s performance was the season’s opening of the opera Werther.
How does one spend a drizzling day in Budapest? At the thermal Szechenyl Baths. Your choice…indoors or outdoors pools.
Buda by night. Birthday with Gypsy music and a musician from Oslo.
Bits of Budapest…
Linda Scandore 