Eger revisited
It had been a while since I’d been to Eger. I spent a weekend there once, the memory of which is tainted with just a
It had been a while since I’d been to Eger. I spent a weekend there once, the memory of which is tainted with just a
I missed last week’s grateful post. I didn’t forget. I simply didn’t have time. Such is the world of freelance living and living in Budapest.
It’s not often that my illusions are shattered beyond repair. I can usually glue the remnants back together – enough at least to keep some
In Eger this weekend, I was struck by how many of us walk with our heads down, looking at the pavement. Or with eyes front,