In a Secret Place

Budapest Gallery - No 3

Budapest Walks - Thirty Steps

A Wedding Anniversary ...

Our eyes look out across the Danube, thoughts washed downstream some thirty years past. A walk along the salt-licked beach with little hard cash in our pockets, but lots of love cherished softly in our hearts. We ate fish and chips on the way back, my new bride and me.

And so it is we celebrate each fresh year together. We set off to the subway and catch the line toward the Jewish Quarter of Budapest. Blinking into the light, we skirt past the Synagogue and down a gloomy side-street in search of a special place to eat. We find it tucked in the shadows, down shuttered stairs to a secret place.

We order. A kosher feast of fish and potatoes. Celebrating thirty precious steps in our walk together.

Budapest Gallery - No 2

Budapest Walks - Terraced Boots

We walk hand-in-hand, treading down the dusty heat of a Budapest summer evening past. Across a bridge where streaming traffic now lies stilled.

The shimmering Danube and a terrace of silent iron-boots hammered into the bank outside Parliament. They were shot here, their bodies disappearing beneath the thick, black night-waters. We watch the sun disappear.

Reflections on a Budapest Sunday.

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