My budapest
|By Michael Blumenthal|
|[pic]|
| |
||
||
| ||It was during the summer of l986, fresh off the train from Vienna, that my love affair with Budapest began. An innocent to the |
|charms of Central Europe, I walked and walked throughoutthis battered jewel of a city, where—as my friend the writer György Konrád|
|put it—“entire streets are bulletin boards … all visible matter is sculpture.” And I saw then what I still see:to my left from |
|Margaret Bridge, the breathtaking view of the House of Parliament (described by Hungarian poet Gyula Illyés as “a Turkish bath |
|crossed with a Gothic chapel”);to my right, the equally magisterial and magnificent Fisherman’s Bastion and Castle District in |
|Buda; and, behind me, pastoral Margaret Island, later to become my preferred venue forswimming, walking, jogging, and simply |
|meditating on the beauties of my chosen city. |
|...
Regístrate para leer el documento completo.