I love Budapest. It reminds me of being in one, huge museum. I've been in several times now and every time, I seem to have trouble knowing where to look. Every building is a piece of poorly cared for art that's lasted for decades and decades simply by using the sheer will that seems to fill the Hungarian people. It's a city where the most insignificant things are usually the most beautiful. There are some famous sights, like Buda Castle and the Chain Bridge and St. Matthias church and Hero's Square, and those are very impressive, but it's the other buildings that fascinate me. There are so many buildings there that, in Canada, would have been ordinary buildings. Things like grocery stores and pubs here are housed in the bottom floors of beautiful old buildings, each one decorated with ornate sculptures. So much of it is worn and broken, but still beautiful. I love it.
Anyways, I was feeling poetic.
Moira
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