I was afraid you would say that.
Budapest was decadent, and so were we. Coffee houses full of gilt and pastries and torte, all for Westerners with black market money.
Restaurants with pseudo-Hungarian flair, exclusively for tourists, and maybe the occasional party functionary.
And above the city the Halaszbastya, with its towers and promenades and its fabulous view of Pest. We would sit there for hours at a time.
Do you remember that?