Checking out the sights and swapping manly stories. (I heard mention of waffles too.)
They say all good things must come to an end, but they are wrong. Chris and Kate are now safely back in Tennessee and we're back in Lyon (safely as well - thank you for asking) and my parents are back on the road. But to think of this wonderful time as a family coming to an end is too hard, so I prefer to say that it has simply come to a pause. Thanks for everything, Mom and Dad. We love you.
Chris and Kate bringing out the goods.
Men. Meat. Grill.
Dinner is served - and the corn was Iowa-good. And yes - that's rabbit. My parents' neighbor gave it to Dad to thank him for cutting her grass.
Can you tell I was the one who set up the camera timer to commemorate this family dinner while everyone else was busy digging in?
Vaci street
The House of Terror. No seriously. This isn't like my other dramatic interpretations of life events (the chairlift, the ferris wheel...), this is the former headquarters for the secret police of both the Nazi and Communist governments.
Saturday market on the Chain Bridge…
…and a very good lunch at the Saturday market.
Lion on the Chain Bridge
These pastries - oh these pastries - are a thin yeast dough baked over hot coals before your eyes, then drenched in cinnamon sugar. Careful! They're hot-hot-hot.
The kolache cooker himself
Come on - you know this one. The Parliament building!
Headed to Saint Stephen's from Treehugger Dan's. (I want to be Treehugger Dan when I grow up. )
Saint Stephen's
Inside Saint Stephen's
Kavé break at Gerbeaud - the place for coffee in Budapest.
People have been drinking coffee at this very spot, Vörösmarty tér, since 1870.
How do you take your kavé?
Bikes, photographed while the rest of the crew spent forever and a day in some camping/outdoor gear store that had nothing of interest for me.
House church on Sunday
Our "church pew". We're back couch Baptists.
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