Budapest at last

Flying from Toronto to Frankfurt to Budapest made for a long night. Eager to see the sights, my pal and I braved the Hungarian traffic (cars pop out from the most unlikely spots!) and walked to the river past buildings that look like monuments lining the streets. Ornate decorations with a slight feeling of impending decay. No sign of spring here except for a few pansies turning their faces to the earth seeking warmth. We are seeking warmth in the hotel bar with beer, sparkling Hungarian wine and steamy goulash soup.