In the foothills of the Alps
Mary Murphy
November 27, 2010
In the foothills of the Alps, not far from the Hungary/Austria border, where deer can leap 100 metres and run at 60 km/hr, lies the
In the foothills of the Alps, not far from the Hungary/Austria border, where deer can leap 100 metres and run at 60 km/hr, lies the
You just never know what you’ll find in this city. You think you have it sussed. You think you know your streets. And then, you
It’s about 248 km from Budapest to Sárospatak if you take the highways and stay on course, but that’s what trains and bus tours are for.
There’s shopping. And then there’s shopping. And then there’s Ecseri and Petőfi and Keleti and the other flea markets in Budapest, each one better than the
In victory deserve it; in defeat need it. So said Winston Churchill of the great elixir that is champagne. Mind you, he had a thing
Although I’d said before going to bed that wild horses wouldn’t drag me out of it in the morning, my neighbours had other ideas. So
Up at the crack of dawn, we joined the procession of cars wending their way towards the flea market. According to the guide book (?) we
For once in my hotel life, I was ready for breakfast before it was ready for me. Parádsasvár goes to bed early and wakes up late!
I love to drive. When I lived in Valdez, Alaska, I would drive 306 miles to play two rounds of golf and then drive home
An invitation any night of the week is likely to land me anywhere! Sometimes I’ll have been there before, like the great Gypsy Jazz night
