When it comes right down to it, it wasn't much more than sweaty skin. But what sweaty skin it was.
Otherwise, my memories are pretty hazy. Sometimes there was sun, but mostly there were clouds.
Remnants of empire in shades of gray, gilt turned colorless through fog and socialism. And above it all, the Halaszbastya, presiding over the gray Danube like a Disney attraction. Oh, Budapest.
I wonder what it's like now.
Do you ever miss it?