Budapest, Magyar Köztársaság (Day 20)

Today was both the best day of the trip and also the worst day of the trip. Let's focus on the good stuff first...

Greg had bought a sweet little Budapest guide book at the Lomography store back in Vienna which lead us to some super sweet buildings.

Here is a nice brick one:

Here is Greg's shot, to view more of his photos, click here.

Here is a lovely polaroid of the brick building:

Then we saw this awesome cement one with varying shaped windows:

Here is Greg's shot:

Here is a sweet polaroid of the windows:

Then we found the greatest antique store of all antique stores in the history of antique stores. But really though, it was amaaaazing.

This is what Greg will look like when he is a grandpa:

Seriously amazing.

AH! Another delicious polaroid....

SO MUCH STUFF!

It was crammed from floorboard to ceiling:

vintage clocks...

vintage cameras:

retro clocks:

sensory overload:

the Lenin heads are my favorite!

upstairs looking down...

super awesome furniture and light fixtures...

I wish I lived nearby to furnish an apartment...

Half of these radios were in pristine working condition...

We wanted more or less everything in this little shop....

Watch:

sooo goooood...

trinkets galore!

tinkering...and probably breaking stuff...

Afterwards we went to this bizarrely cool cafe. Everything seemed like it was found at a second hang store, antique shop or junkyard. It was all thrown together to make this cozy place.

Back at the antique shop I bought these little guys. I've always wanted some for some reason. Although I would have liked to buy legit Matryoshka dolls in Russia I just couldn't pass up their faces.

Come take a look at the place:

Now let's get to the bad part of today, it rained. No wait, it poured, actually. And the wind was fierce. And my boots had holes in the back of them and the seams were split behind my ankle. And I was more or less walking in puddles in my shoes. And the water had soaked through my two pairs of stocks + leggings, that's 3 layers. And my feet were prunes for about 6 hours. Cold, wet, shivering prunes. I was pretty miserable but I wanted to keep site seeing but at times it was all I could think about. We both decided that we had done enough that day and started to head back to the hostel on the other side of town. I linked arms with Greg, kept my head down and starred at the sidewalk to avoid puddles, he held the umbrella for us both and I didn't look up until we were practically at our doorstep. We passed this amazing structure and Greg debated whether he wanted to take a photo. I hassled him into taking it even though I was frozen and wet. I assisted him holding the umbrella over his camera and did the quasi laugh/cry when the umbrella became inverted because of the wind. In the end I'm glad we got the shot.