That won't be easy. I haven't thought about it in a long time.
Ah, Budapest. A city as decadent as we were. The faded glory of a former empire, in the grip of communism in its last gasp. Coffee houses with gilded walls and restaurants with gypsy music, all for Westerners with black market money.
The Halaszbastya, the Hungarian verion of Neuschwanstein, with its towers and turrets and promenades.
Do you remember?