Any one can confuse Buda with Pest. All corrected in previous post, which of course you spotted. Buda Castle was always more likely to identify as a Buda. What a nuisance.
With our orientation sorted out we headed for the Central Market. Lots of things being sold by stall holders with varying expressions: hope; resignation; boredom; engagement. An an Aldi – which didn’t have M&Ms, the goto snack. The first Tescos visit of the trip came to the rescue. Except they only accept Hungarian Loyalty cards.
The next shock was the statue of Jeremy Corbyn. Luckily it turned out to be John Calvin, dourly overlooking Kalvin Square and Budapest’s first Reformist Church. One of them will have a lasting legacy, the other a diverionary footnote.
Budapest, or rather the very small area we’ve sampled, is bustling with young people. Which belies the statistic that it actually has an older population than Central Hungary. Maybe the younger people congregate where the action is. Like we are.
St Stephen’s Basilica has an impressive exterior. And an entrance fee which goes towards keeping its inner bling bright. So summoning our inner Calvins, we went to a happy Vegan lunch place instead.
Barbara went to Heroes Square, bravely navigating the Metro, leaving the Shed Fairy to get to work.
Tomorrow out into wine country
Travelling reflections 