…and Hungary

We’ve chosen to live in Budapest, at least for the time being. It is a beautiful city, often rated one of the most beautiful in the world for its eclectic architecture. Many interesting sites,  museums, shops, bars, and restaurants sit alongside an often troubled history. Like all cities, it has its problems and its detractors, but for us it is a home from home and we love it. So we write about Budapest and Hungary quite a lot.  While we hope these articles will be useful to visitors, many are just about life in the city, and those of people we meet. If you plan to visit Budapest (as you should) don’t ignore the rest of the country. There are some hidden gems, fantastic food and wine, and wonderful festivals. Enjoy.

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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 the minute November arrived, there were too many to ignore. Even the city’s Christmas Markets seem to be…
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The good gig and the Good Book

I love a good sing song. Be it on the back of a bus or in the bowels of a bar after hours, there’s something about trotting out the ballads that speaks of home. And I can’t even sing. Mind you, I can’t remember the words to all the verses…
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If only we hadn't missed that turn

Back in 2008 at a conference in Budapest, I discovered Thinkers50, a biannual global ranking of management thinkers billed as ‘the essential guide to which thinkers and which ideas matter now.’ When the list launched in 2001, Charles Handy…
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Small halls and potholes

It was an intimate affair. About thirty discerning souls in the back room of Beckett's Bar in Budapest on a cold, rainy, rather miserable Thursday night. Given the week that was in it, it's probably not surprising that more didn't venture out.…
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Having fun while doing good

I grew up in Kildare, an Irish county known for its thoroughbreds. With its stud farms and racecourses, it’s a mecca for anyone interested in National Hunt or flat racing. The local schools close for the three-day Punchestown Festival. Ladies…
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Little John Nee, storyteller supreme

Sitting in a pub in London one evening after work a lifetime or three ago, an English colleague told me that I was typically Irish. He’d asked me a question and after half an hour he still hadn’t received an answer. And I’d been talking…
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Scaring the bejeezus out of me

I’ve had a few scares in my time. Near misses that could have been nasty car accidents. A snow machine incident that could have had far more disastrous consequences. Air turbulence that resulted in freewheeling trollies and broken limbs. I’ve…
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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 visit. Exhibitions to see. Concerts to attend. So much so that there is a danger that life in Hungary revolves…
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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 that catalyses people and motivates them to make things happen. A paper wholesaler by profession, Kutas is one…