Austria/Slovakia/Hungary – Day 19 – Budapest

Sunday at the Paris cafe was a tad less crowded so we returned for coffee and treats in the square outside the market. Then back for Derek & Marketa to pack up and we split ways. They headed to the Gellert spa for the day before returning to Bratislava where Derek had an early morning meeting on Monday. Another great travelling visit with D&M in Europe – a very nice way to spend time together!

I was so glad that I brought sleeveless tops and light pants as the weather continued to serve up an ‘Indian Summer’ in Budapest. Mike and I headed out in the ideal weather for another day of city walking with our cobblestone weary feet. But Budapest is such a lovely city that it’s worth the effort. Our main destination was the palace.

The palace complex was massive with amazing views from the ‘Buda’ side. We passed the art gallery en route, and despite it’s very tempting exhibits we kept on to our main destination. At the palace we managed to catch the changing of the guards.

We paid to walk up the 197 steps of the Tower Matayas – the Peoples King. It was rebuilt following the war, and the bells were only reinstalled in 2010 after massive repairs. Only 2 of the original bells remain. The heaviest weighs in at 4400 kg – they are very big. The museum in the tower contained some interesting artifacts from the builders of the tower over time. The copper time capsules left by workers were full of personal letters and photos as well as lists of common goods and their cost. The oldest capsules also contained official documents signed by the many dignitaries involved in the opening. The tower dates back to the 1400’s, with it’s current style set in the 1800’s.

We returned home for some wine/cheese/fruit and a rest before heading back out to a bar / restaurant on the river across from the Gellert spa. We sat riverside and Michael and I shared his duck with spinach risotto and my basic burger and chips along with the local beer which I quite like. A lovely evening sitting along the Danube and watching the city walk by.

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