oh what a night.

a provoking place.

5 days of exploration, intrigue and indifference.

a city bleeding its ever present past.

secret comforts hidden amongst the ambiguity.

enjoyed these girls so much.

széchenyi baths.

negative degrees, snow-covered ground, soaking wet and practically naked.

so worth it.

budapeshht.

21. or is it 27?

the parliament.

the second shortest and most worthless tour in europe, most likely.

religious much? in an attempt to relieve the devastating effects of the plague, this over-glorified sculpture was constructed on the ground under which a victim was buried head-first to discourage further outbreak.

hmm. communist era monument with a turkish soldier hat?

the parliament.

to buda.

st. stephen's basilica.

opera house.

coherence.

once-was WWII jewish ghetto.

second largest synagogue in the world.

(after new york)

cave chapel.

home made hostel.

second oldest metro line in europe.

szimpla kert.

a few will do.

best night by far here. my taste.

locals. glamour.

tunes and steps.

enthrall.

jeg kan selvfølgelig tale dansk.

min klasse.

mountains beyond mountains.

i dread the end of a good book.

what to do with all my lonely hours now?

the endless list of titles i long to indulge seems to escape my brain when it is needed most.

help?

malmö.

babe.