Stories from travels in

Mary Murphy

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While out on Friday night, a Hungarian friend mentioned that the Monk of the Gulag had died earlier this week (January 15th), aged 100. As

Repriza

My Balkan love affair began back in 2010 with my first trip to Subotica (Szabadka), just over the Hungarian-Serbian border. Since then, over many more

The proof is in the passion

For me, wine falls in to the same category as music and art:  I know what I like and what I don’t like. I have

My travel tree

Many, many moons ago, in an effort to cure myself of the habit of buying touristy tat when I travelled, I hit on the idea

Taste among the tat

Walking through the city in late October, I spotted my first Christmas tree. I tried to block it out, to pretend it wasn’t there. But

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It’s hard to go back, they say. Things never quite live up to how you remember them. If they were great, they’ll be not so

Home on the range

One of the many joys of living in Budapest is the huge amount of activity in the city. There’s always something going on. Places to

Crossing bridges later

As I sat across the table from Péter Kutas in Bridges Food Bar last week, I gave some thought to the creative energy in Budapest

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Serendipity, the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way, is alive and well and a resident feature of my

Just popping next door

Growing up in Ireland, living on the continent had an allure that would eventually prove irresistible. Hearing something described as ‘continental’, be it a look,