Once I arrived by train to Hungary, I was amazed at the beauty of the city. Old and regal, this city is a real mix of the cultures of Eastern Europe. When the Muslims ruled the city they built these unbelievable spas. Truly they are amazing. Then after World War II there was about 50 years of Russian occupation. It shows. Beautiful architecture from a lost age sits next to a typical Russian box. The paradox does not escape me.
To my delight I was able to go to a beautiful five string quartet concert in an old church one night. I will always remember that night and the tears the music brought to my eyes. This moment won my heart in this stunning city. Oh! and tarragon soup. Best soup I've ever had.