No Rest in Budapest
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Beginning with the Celts in the 3rd century BC,
The ubiquitous Romans had done their time; roughed out the infrastructure, laid some roads, improved the baths. . . then, overspent and undermanned they went home. Leaving the place to Atilla who pulled in from the inhospitable Ural Steppes and sent word home that there was animals aplenty, fertile flat land and fresh water for sustenance with currents for travel. Well, nothing succeeds quite like success and along with a good copywriter ��" his pitch enticed the seven tribes of Magyars to ‘come on down’.
From then until our time now,
Over the early centuries, the building of Buda linked the broken ring of kings. Arpad to Bela to Mattius to Louis and on... Fortification walls shored the banks of the
1514 ��" 1526 Death and taxes:
It was a beleaguered and grossly over taxed peasant class that, once armed by their oppressors to mount a crusade turned and thwarted the country’s internal defense tactics and thus ‘opened the door’ to the invading Ottoman Turks.
Beginning 150 years of the Hapsburg’s changing of the guard.
High days of the Empire
Franz Joseph of
It was his attempt to make amends that built the beauty of this
French design, Baroque, art nouveau and art deco.
Float down the river, climb to the castle or stroll across Hero’s Square, you will not escape the faces of Hungary’s history. From every strong stone-carved face you will ‘hear’ their stories of triumph and despair, valor and treachery, sacrifice but never total surrender of their spirit.
Budapest’s multi-storied history lays open to all in architectural monuments, palatial homes, mineral spa bathing palaces and more. All are richly decorated with sculptures, frescos, acres of gold leaf and the magnificent gsolnay tiles.
For three days, we photographed these sites, we walked until our feet could move no more and took our rest in any of the always nearby pastry shops.
A few words from Maureen about the hotel:
I’ve come to expect the beautiful facades of the Four Seasons and the open smiles of the greeting doormen. But nothing prepared me for what lay behind the door ��" I nearly fell over. While my aunt walked ahead I drifted behind to see the rot iron gates leading into the entranceway that caught my breath, first to sheer size. Above me, were beautiful skylights, below was intricate tiling and all around were artful flower arrangements and gigantic sculptures.
We went up to our room and were greatly surprised to have one of the best views in the hotel, only exceeded by the royal suites (which we would have the chance to see later). Right out our balcony lay the Danube, the Chain Bridge, the Buda Palace, St. Mattius and the rest of the Buda skyline. Now, for Cathy to get the “right sunlight” (which often occurs around dawn, I have learned), I could stay in bed and see it all in my pajamas.
Our last evening, which came too quickly, was spent in a cute café that Sherryn, the Director of Marketing, took us to for a Hungarian food experience. The food was good (especially the lecso ��" must learn the recipe to make with Dad), but the company and fascinating stories made the evening unforgettable.