Óbudai piac / on the Óbuda's market

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On the Obudai piac (Obuda's market)

Is there anything more fascinating in the world for breakfast then a grilled hungarian sausage with a pickled paprika or cucumber and a piece of hungarian bread? No fellaz, I don't think so.

That's Gálvölgyi János, in the 70's, 80's & 90's for the Hungarians he was like Benny Hill for the Brits. I remember when I was a kid my Grandparents laughed out so loud in the evenings during Gálvölgyi's gags in the tv.

The Szabadság híd - Liberty bridge

Next to the Fő tér in Óbuda district

On the Dob utca(street)

I know this one appeared bl-wh on the other blog, but I think in colour it's even better & I like this dude.

The graffiti says: Christ died for your sins.

I think I found another reason why I love Budapest

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self portrait in Budapest

The Szimpla club

Balázs

In the Instant club

Grandma in the nineteen seventies

Grandma / Nyonyóka

I'm back after a very very very long time, but I think this blog is too important for me to give it up. It's high time to reactivate it, so let's get to work!

These posts are about Grandma. Maybe it's because of my childhood, maybe because of the time when I was a teenager or because of these days when I'm a grown up? I don't know that precisely, but what is important that Grandma used to be and still is the most important person at every stage of my life. We were always very close, I could share all my secrets with Nagyi, I always felt her love for me. She's got the biggest and best heart of all. That's it, nothing else.

Well, I thought about it many times and if someone asks me what is my favourite food, I can answer without any doubts that it's my Grandma's lecsó. Nothing tastes so good, I can assure u!