This beautiful city looks like it’s made of whipped cream and gingerbread. It’s full of beautiful beaux arts-gothic buildings each trying to outdo the next in the amount of carvings, bas-relief, pillars, decorated lintels, cupolas, statues and any other adornment a builder or architect could possibly have thought up. Except for the modern cars on the streets it is easy to imagine these streets in the late nineteenth, early twentieth century.
We walked to the Danube and it was grey in the evening when we first saw it, but the following morning, in the sunlight, was as blue as cornflowers. The Parliament Building, right along the Danube is a huge wedding cake of a building that was built in the late nineteenth century. We were told that under communism a red star was placed at the top, but then Soviet rule ended the star came down. There is also a monument to the 1956 uprising on the grounds which I’m sure also came at the end of communist rule.
We had goulash and some kind of meat filled crepe in paprika sauce for lunch. Yummy!
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