Last stop on the No. 11 bus
Mary Murphy
July 25, 2012
‘Come to dinner’, he said. ‘See my new place. I’ve rented out my flat in the city and moved to the Buda hills. We can
‘Come to dinner’, he said. ‘See my new place. I’ve rented out my flat in the city and moved to the Buda hills. We can
I doubt there’s a village, town, or city in the world that doesn’t look good when the lights come on. There’s something magical about dusk
I have no sense of direction and had it been left to me to find our way to the lakes in Szombathely, I’d have called
I’m a sucker for living history museums. The best I’ve ever seen was near Plymouth, in the USA, where the actors played their parts to
Szombathely translates literally as the Saturday Place and is the oldest and tenth largest city in Hungary. Dating back to 45 AD, Constantine the Great
Some people are good at spotting celebrities; others are good at spotting bargains. Me? I can spot a cemetery from miles away. And in a
When I was a prepubescent teen, my cousin told me that when women wanted to get pregnant, they went to a doctor who put them
A mate of mine once told me that you know when you hit the Balkans: the coffee gets good. Finding myself in the old town
My taste in music is debatable. I like jazz, blues, and moody stuff like Leonard Cohen. I like Pink Martini and the Frames. I like
Week 26. Half-way through the year. It’s hotter than Hades here in Budapest and I’m finding very little to be grateful for this week. The
