My new favourite place for music in Budapest
Mary Murphy
July 9, 2012
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
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
Sunday night. Sarajevo. Dinner. The restaurant was already booked by our hosts – we had an address and a taxi and assurances that our table
‘It’s started. They’re flowering. Catch the next train to Subotica and someone will meet you at the station.’ I’d been waiting for this particular phone
I met a woman once who had survived the concentration camps. I was in awe of her. She was old and frail, but feisty. It
I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I have a big head. It rarely bothers me except when I get the urge to
Three hundred and seventy verses, 1480 lines, make for one hell of a long poem. But I read them all, cover to cover, the first
Get the phone call – revise the route – hop on a train – and enjoy the best of Serbian hospitality. Just another Sunday in
I’m a great fan of markets. I love sorting through other people’s junk in search of a piece of history or something that I can
Living in Budapest, it’s easy sometimes to forget that there’s a whole other world out there, one that lies beyond the city limits. A world
