A short while ago, after a 3 hour train ride from Vienna, we checked into our guesthouse in Budapest. To say we are already in love with the place would be a gross understatement. Put it this way - it is like we have moved into a flat vacated by an ultra funky and eccentric, aunty. It is painted in bright orange with high ceilings, has a doorway made out out of old wooden cupboard and a cute little kitchen where we can cook meals and eat breakfast.
Our own room has a big bed raised above the floor with an old door resting on its side to make up the platform. We have our own little lounge, which has a wooden table straight out of the 1970s, two chairs and a red leather couch which looks like it was once the seat of an old Cadillac. The artwork includes a wooden oar, little black and white photographs, maps, quirky paintings etc.
And it is in this old crumbling building with stairwell in the middle, with the plater peeling and an iron balistrade running around each floor. After our shared hostel dorm in gloomy Vienna, this feels like paradise.
To be honest, I think I was already falling in love with Budapest just from our metro ride over. We rode in this old boxy train painted a deep blue, straight out of the communist era, the interior fitted with bright, circular silver lamps all the way through...
We are hoping to stay a few more nights here, if they are available. Anyway gushing aside, here are some pics from Saltzburg:
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