Sunnuntai 🇫🇮 Vasárnap 🇭🇺 Sunday 🇬🇧

Castle, Coffee, Ice cream, Pastry, Studying, Walking

Mátyás-templom (Matthias Church)

Yesterday we decided to visit Buda Castle. It wasn't the culture-hungry party of our brains that insisted on broadening our horizons, but the part craving for sweets. The famous "Ruszwurm Confectionery" sells the best "crimes" in the capital; no wonder the place was almost full at the opening time. We got there, luckily, at 9:45 a.m. and sat on a bench opposite the confectionery when a large tourist group arrived with the guide talking about the place appetisingly. We saw the weary members of the group drooling on the pavement, and we almost burst out loud in laughter when the guide told them to continue their sightseeing. Only when she made a loud remark about their return to the place made us a tad worried, so we stood up and sat down at one of the tables.

No sooner had we sat down than the crowd started to flock into the place. In a split second, all the seats were occupied by hungry tourists. There were ten tables, five of them for four and the other five for two persons. According to the arrangement, the tables next to the building were for two guests and the other five on the other side of the narrow pavement for four. It looked like a little busy Parisian street from the 1970s, where pedestrians had difficulty getting around between the crowded tables.

We ordered an ice cream cup, an espresso, a "krémes" to eat there, and three more "krémes" and a "képviselőfánk" to take away. Everything was delicious, especially the coffee that I needed so much. When we finished devouring the goods, a couple of oversized Dutch or Belgian girls with their parents started to hover nervously around the tables, looking for seats to sit down. As no one seemed to be trying to finish their cakes, the tension around the girls became more and more tangible.

When one of the guests left their table, this Dutch or Belgian family pounced on it like a vulture on its prey. The grotesque frown on the faces of the girls soon turned into curious glances as they started browsing the menu. It was a weird scene with them wearing so mini a skirt that their bottoms were hardly covered by the textile, let alone their ham-like thighs. Judging by the nervous eye movements, what they ordered was not a glass of cold water, I reckon. 

When we returned home, I prepared lunch. The "paprikas krumpli" I made was excellent. After the nosh, we ate one of the pastries, took a nap, took Abby for her afternoon walk, and took ourselves for our afternoon walk. After arriving home, I ate the rest of the lunch and studied a bit. The rest of the day was the usual, taking Abby for her evening walk and writing my diary.

It was a beautiful Sunday.