Hello from Budapest
After spending some days in Salzburg, eating pastries and visiting a traditional hut-stop high in the mountains from which sliding down was like an adrenaline kick, i headed to Budapest where i have spent my first day walking around traditionnal coffee houses and enjoying myself.
The city remembers me of Paris, exept that there is no Marais. It remembers me of Berlin, except that there is nowhere a sign of the city inhabitant’s identity crisis.
I wish Budapest would have some of the artsy area which i most like about european cities, streets to wander around and look at artists work – jewelery, fashion, kiosks… Maybe i did not walked enough yet, but right now i miss the clash caused by the contrast of the old and the new, the visible mark left in between generations. This i have not seen yet, neither in people’s style and in the architecture. But again, there are still 3 days to this trip. Right now, i am enjoying myself in views which look like they could be taken out from Maira Kalman’s journal.