A few days ago I looked at the pavement and saw a couple of chestnuts lying on the ground. How odd to live in a city where you barely notice that it’s getting fall, I thought. Even with bright sunshine, you’ll get chills walking through the streets lined with houses all at least five stories high. After having a falafel at the small park strip on the riverside (the park is so small it’s not even marked in maps) yesterday before class, today we set out for an elaborate picnic on Margaret Island.
Strolling through the dusty, construction-site ridden streets of our neighborhood, the smell of cars, gasoline and city are an awkward but comfortable addition to what you see and feel, but I was hoping to escape some of that on the beautifully green island. In the Central Market Hall, we stocked up on fresh fruits, dried fruits, baked goods, tomatoes, salami, sausages and even fresh pressed orange juice. I still can’t hide my amazement when I stand in front of the huge stands glutting with paprika, apples, eggplants… the list could go on forever. And that’s just one side of the large hall. In the middle there are the butchers with their sausages, salamis, fresh sliced hams, and a lot of raw meat in general that was rather irrelevant and rather unappetizing for today’s purpose. Tram 2 sauntered along the Danube with us as it has done forever it seems (I just read somewhere that the first section of this line was built in 1889). Although we’ve seen all before the sun gave a special flair to the castle and Fishermen’s Bastion in Buda and the Parliament in Pest.
Currently, the only way to access Margitsziget (which is Margaret Island, good guess) is by foot, due to another huge construction on the bridge. So we walked the narrow sidewalk, got overrun by a few cyclists and finally arrived on the island. Immediately we passed a bar, a track stadium and the infamous fountain that bursts out in rhythm to the classical music coming from speakers underneath the street lights. Searching for the perfect picnic spot, we also came by a cotton candy stand with the most enormous cotton candies I’ve seen in my life, and where you can even choose your own flavor. We resisted though, and chose the green to settle down. So there it was. Nature. Or at least something relatively close to it. The smells of the city were still there, but whitewashed by the smell of grass and soil and browning leaves. All around us groups of young and older people, couples, newspaper aficionados sat down too, despite the damp grass. We unpacked our snacks and devoured, enjoying the sun on our faces and the breeze on our skins. We chose the riverside for our way back, which is what you see on the picture. This is where the runners and lovers bustle and where you can see how the blue sky gets a hint of grey over the city skyline.
On my way home from the tram, I decided to go to a Hungarian supermarket, CBA, rather than to Spar. It just seemed logical all of a sudden.
Strolling through the dusty, construction-site ridden streets of our neighborhood, the smell of cars, gasoline and city are an awkward but comfortable addition to what you see and feel, but I was hoping to escape some of that on the beautifully green island. In the Central Market Hall, we stocked up on fresh fruits, dried fruits, baked goods, tomatoes, salami, sausages and even fresh pressed orange juice. I still can’t hide my amazement when I stand in front of the huge stands glutting with paprika, apples, eggplants… the list could go on forever. And that’s just one side of the large hall. In the middle there are the butchers with their sausages, salamis, fresh sliced hams, and a lot of raw meat in general that was rather irrelevant and rather unappetizing for today’s purpose. Tram 2 sauntered along the Danube with us as it has done forever it seems (I just read somewhere that the first section of this line was built in 1889). Although we’ve seen all before the sun gave a special flair to the castle and Fishermen’s Bastion in Buda and the Parliament in Pest.
Currently, the only way to access Margitsziget (which is Margaret Island, good guess) is by foot, due to another huge construction on the bridge. So we walked the narrow sidewalk, got overrun by a few cyclists and finally arrived on the island. Immediately we passed a bar, a track stadium and the infamous fountain that bursts out in rhythm to the classical music coming from speakers underneath the street lights. Searching for the perfect picnic spot, we also came by a cotton candy stand with the most enormous cotton candies I’ve seen in my life, and where you can even choose your own flavor. We resisted though, and chose the green to settle down. So there it was. Nature. Or at least something relatively close to it. The smells of the city were still there, but whitewashed by the smell of grass and soil and browning leaves. All around us groups of young and older people, couples, newspaper aficionados sat down too, despite the damp grass. We unpacked our snacks and devoured, enjoying the sun on our faces and the breeze on our skins. We chose the riverside for our way back, which is what you see on the picture. This is where the runners and lovers bustle and where you can see how the blue sky gets a hint of grey over the city skyline.
On my way home from the tram, I decided to go to a Hungarian supermarket, CBA, rather than to Spar. It just seemed logical all of a sudden.
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