“Budapest is a prime site for dreams: the East’s exuberant vision of the West, the West’s uneasy hallucination of the East. It is a dreamed-up city; a city almost completely faked; a city invented out of other cities, out of Paris by way of Vienna — the imitation, as Claudio Magris has it, of an imitation.”
Today memories arised of one of our breaks last year. For some reason I really have the finest memories of this trip. We literally danced through town, floating on clouds of happiness. I felt fine, we were doing great. The city has slightly loosened me, or maybe it was the flow in which we already were.
I posted this post before, but somehow I’ve had a ‘throwback Thursday’ feeling today, although I hate that word. Somewhere in September 2012 we had these wonderful five days in Budapest. We are not like any tourist, so we did not even go to their famous spa’s (perhaps a reason to go back). What did we do? Mainly drinking wine. And eat. Eat a lot. Actually we do this eveywhere, but this is really a city of our kind. Everywhere were stalls full of food. In every corner of the city. Small feasts with beer, wine or food. There was an amazing wine festival in the old town on the hills, in and around the castle. The sun was still shining so bright in late summer. And music. And nice people. And picknicks in the park. And just wandering around.
We slept in a strange hostel, but found a lovely cheap local restaurant, Frici Papa. They don’t speak English and we have been there every day. We were invited to eat free cheesecake a little further. Actually I invited ourselves as I heard live music coming from a house. There they were a bit impressed. Crazy Dutchmen.
By the way, I dyed my hair red back then. Will do it again soon, for autumn.