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Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Golden Hues











Haven't been out taking shots so much this autumn, by the time the trees got nice and golden the cold also arrived, bringing along the first (sort of) snow. Hopefully the warmer weather is just around the corner, until then, some shots from last year's harvest.

Drink Budapest


We sat in the corner bar at Victor’s and drank gimlets. “They don’t know how to make them here,” he said. “What they call a gimlet is just some lime or lemon juice and gin with a dash of sugar and bitters. A real gimlet is half gin and half Rose’s Lime Juice and nothing else. It beats martinis hollow.” (Raymond Chandler-The Long Goodbye). Gimlets to be had in Budapest, at Boutiq'Bar, on Paulay Ede street.

Friday, 28 September 2012

The Sky over Budapest

Coming back into the chilly autumn, you might just forgive Budapest for the climate whe she welcomes you with sunsets like these.

Monday, 10 September 2012

Sign of the Times


My ancestors watched the stars and the wilderness to keep up with the changing of the seasons. I know autumn is here because the H&M fall collection is being advertised on the corner of Bajcsy Zsilinszky street.

Enjoy It While You Can

This week the annual wine festival will be held in the castle and the Fozdefest (celebrating traditional Hungarian craft beers) will take place around Mikszath square. But the chill also arrives on Thursday, so one should enjoy the last classic Budapest spritzers of the season before the cold autumn breeze sets in.

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Summerset





The last big scorch of the summer has come to an end. This week the sunsets were still shimmering with heat, people walking along the Danube and up on the hill late at night, terraces overflowing until dawn. But the light was slowly changing, becoming more muted and the trees started dropping their leaves. Now the rain is here and so are the first winds of autumn.

Music of Buda Castle

My friend just mentioned this might be the same lady who used to play the violin next to her baby's pram. In which case, we are getting really old. Just like our city.