When I went to Budapest between two other trips, I had only a weekend to taste the Paris of the East. My hotel room was on the Pest side of the Danube River, a niche in a fortified building that was a cockroach-riddled and pock-marked veteran of the 1956 revolution. Outside my window, clotheslines hung over city traffic and construction. I had to get my priorities in order. How would I see so much in so little time? I cursed myself for buying the plane ticket to Athens. I was already smitten with Hungary.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Road Babe Dispatch From Budapest
When I went to Budapest between two other trips, I had only a weekend to taste the Paris of the East. My hotel room was on the Pest side of the Danube River, a niche in a fortified building that was a cockroach-riddled and pock-marked veteran of the 1956 revolution. Outside my window, clotheslines hung over city traffic and construction. I had to get my priorities in order. How would I see so much in so little time? I cursed myself for buying the plane ticket to Athens. I was already smitten with Hungary.
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