|Buda Castle Hill and Széchenyi Chain Bridge on the Buda side of the river|
We ate breakfast as we cruised toward Budapest. The ship docked at around 8:15. Then it was grab cameras, headsets, and umbrellas as the skies are threatening. Then find the lollypop and climb aboard another bus for a ride up to the Budai Várnegyed area, National Opera House and Heroe's Square.
|View west toward Buda and the Fishermen's Bastion|
|beauty along the way|
|South end of Ministry building.|
|St Stephen Basilica|
|Terror The letters are back-|
wards and missing the T
|Building needing some TLC|
|One side from the moving bus|
|The 3 second photo op!|
|Ice rink & water park|
Street vendors greeted us with all sorts of wares and souvenirs at reasonable prices.
|Part of the heroes memorial|
|Hall of Arts|
|Fidesz - Hungarian Civic Union|
|memorial to the 1956 Hungarian Revolt and War of Independence|
|Did not climb these.|
|Our Lady (Matthias) Church|
Then just up the street was a vintage Jag.
Slightly further I looked through an arch and captured this view. We arrive soon at Trinity Square. This area contains The Old Buda Town Hall, the Matthias church, Turreted Fortress and the Fisherman's Bastion. With a drop dead view of the city.
A few exterior photos of the church and we are moved to the interior for viewing. If you click here you can visit the inside with a point and click for info about different areas. To enter we had to pass a guard.
From the church to the Fisherman's bastion is just a few steps. And the view is beautiful.
I stood overlooking this area after earlier hearing of the War of Independence that failed in the 1950's. My thoughts turned to a friend from the late 1960's, Pete Hollóházi. He and his older brother had escaped from Hungary at that time. The brother was a teen and guided Pete across fields, etc. I cried at the horror they must have seen ... and survived. I had not thought of Pete in decades. Now it was so much more real..
At the base of the statue a man dressed in medieval attire had a bird of prey. For a price he would let it sit on your shoulder. Not something we run into in our normal life back in the states. But this was still us in a fairy tale of a trip.
With a set time to meet our bus we began heading back down the hill. We had passed a few shops that looked promising for souvenirs. And we were correct as we scored paprika in a lovely can and a couple of other items.
Again, I convinced hubby to try a slightly different route for our return. He was unsure, I had a map and was sure. This time it worked just fine!
|the rock lady, petra domina|
The bus arrives and is the furthest away as always! We hop aboard and the driver returns us to the ship. On the way back we pass Olympic rings. More beautiful buildings and Parliament. We arrive in time for a sumptuous lunch. Yes, we did all this in just the morning.
Hubby had signed up for an afternoon additional excursion. He road through the countryside and saw the Hungarian Puszta, 'cowboys', perform. The riders were impressive and he was full of stories when he returned. What had struck him the most was the abject poverty of the people and villages through which the bus passed.
I stayed on board with 5, yes, 5 other people. Curled up on the Aquivit lounge sofa with a cup of coffee, a tea cake, my tablet for writing and a blanket for more comfort. My afternoon was delightfully relaxing! And my sore leg appreciated no cobble stones that afternoon.
We were told when we arrived that the night view of this city was quite something to see. I was determined to get a photo. Around 11 pm in my jammies I sneaked up on the top deck in a drizzle and captured a couple of photos. I'll close this post with that view.