I was bitterly disappointed (geddit?) to discover that coffee in Budapest is served with little sachets of sugar crystals. Not a lump in site.
However there were the delicious and not-sickly-sweet Hungarian pastries to give solace
at the beautiful Callas café near the opera house.
Coffee drinking time was initially severely curtailed by the necessity to visit shopping malls in the vain search for a travel adapter. What kind of idiot whose life and work is centred on their laptop forgets to bring one of their dozen or so UK-3-pin to European-2-pin adaptors with them thus ensuring they cannot recharge their computer? Yes, this kind of idiot.
Luckily I was meeting up with Maria who both knows the city and speaks Hungarian so eventually bacon was saved in the Apple store and, as this post attests, contact with the world was re-established.
The bits I’ve seen of Budapest are wonderful – a mixture of architectural styles and a wonderful attention to detail in the 19th and 20th century fixtures and fittings. There is a metro system, the oldest in continental Europe, and many of the stations appear almost unchanged since they were built in the mid 19th century.
More walking and sight-seeing and coffee are planned for Sunday.