The guard dogs of Budapest. Anubis, times two.
At first impression Budapest felt like a city of sleepwalkers. I can't really explain why, maybe it was due to the grey weather, maybe something deeper. Budapest also had a distinct scent of its own, something I haven't encountered in other cities.
I was really excited to see the city, entering new places feels like unwrapping a massive present with surprises inside! Turning around new corners, hearing the language that feels somehow familiar but you still can't grasp anything (all I remember is kicsit fekete), visiting a bar in the ruins of an old building, receiving the kindness of strangers in trams and most of all; having adventures with a friend. A constant faint fluttering of happy moths in the stomach.
Bullet holes, a common mural.
Wine, not blood, I swear. ;)
At the antique market, wearing antique glasses.
It was a real treasure hold, I got the horns, the bracelet and the medical bottle from there.
I wish I could've stuffed that dreamy couch in my pocket too, but there's only so much that hand luggage can contain!
I can't say that I know the city at all based on the scarce days I was there, but I did sense a certain edge. Mostly attached to the core of the city soul, but it was also very visible at some parts. The bullet holes in the faces of old buildings and the decaying mortar told tales of the past, and I really enjoyed the way the city wasn't too clinical. It felt like life feels, a little banged up but still beautiful. I could easily see other gothlings feel cozy there, in the middle of the tarnished buildings and hints of lovely murkiness in the air. And I would be lying if I said I didn't equally enjoy the cheap wine and delicious falafels.
The place called "The road that leads to nowhere".
I hope I get a second adventure with Budapest some day! So much was left unseen.