Tale From a Riverbank

It’s 11:00 am. June weather in Budapest is brilliant: mid-seventies, a cool breeze along the Danube, the sun shining down through a blanket of fluff, as if waiting for a chance to pummel the city with two scoops of Hungarian raisins. We stroll up along the west bank of the river to Batthyány Tér , where old men idle on city benches and city buses idle on the edge of the square, shifting fixtures of Budapest’s undeniably quaint afternoon townscape. We grab a quick cup of coffee at the metro st