Sorry – I didn’t mean to disappear for so long. I’m fine, I’ve just been really busy since I got back, working on patterns, working in the store, catching up with people in real life and trying to get a little more organised. There’s also been some crafting though and I have lots to blog about.
My outfit today reminded me that I still have some photos of the end of my trip to blog.
On our last morning in Budapest we went to the market hall. We’d already passed a few times in the evenings when it was all closed up and didn’t want to leave without actually seeing inside.
On the way we weren’t paying enough attention to where we were going and took a wrong turn, something I recommend doing as much as possible while travelling. On that particular occasion it led us to a little boutique selling clothing by young Hungarian designers.
After much trying on and twirling around I managed to settle on two skirts (including the one I’m wearing now), a dress and a bag and Hannah got a dress and a coin purse. We later stumbled across the other branch, in Vienna, but it wasn’t as friendly and the prices were much higher (that kind of sums up our experience of Budapest and Vienna actually).
The market hall, when we finally made it, was wonderful. The displays of fruit and veg (and even the meat!) were beautiful, and everything smelled so fresh. We managed to resist the urge to buy food for a week, not so practical when we only had a couple of days, two train journeys and no kitchen left, but the pastry and satsumas we did get were delicious.
I succumbed to the lure of the touristy spice stalls and bought a couple of pretty little tins of paprika and some saffron, something I’ve never considered buying before but it was a lot cheaper than it is here. The lower level of the market was mostly food and reasonably quiet – the majority of the shoppers appeared to be locals doing their grocery shopping. Upstairs was much less interesting to us, it was a lot more crowded with tourists and most of the stalls sold souvenirs.
Having got rid of our Hungarian cash we took a train to Vienna, which only takes a few hours, and was the most comfortable of all our train journeys. Our hostel in Vienna, while totally adequate and reasonably priced, was trying too hard to be cool and ended up just being kind of cold and weird. We felt a little like we were staying on the set of hackers, with some very kitschy art thrown in for good measure. Not somewhere we wanted to actually spend time, so we ventured out in the rain and found a nearby tex mex bar / restaurant. Not at all local, but we had a very nice dinner, and although Vienna was by far the most expensive place we visited the bill wasn’t any higher than I’d expect here. The next day was our only real day in Vienna and we spent it walking around the historical centre. Reasoning that no one we saw would be likely to see us again, and that we’d never do it again, we went out with Hannah wearing this dress while I wore the skirt above. Yeah, Vienna thought we were pretty weird judging by the looks we got, but everyone we actually spoke with was very nice.
This church marks the centre of the city.
Horses in bonnets, waiting for more well heeled tourists than us to come along.
Vienna has a lot of rather violent statuary.
This is the window of a charming chocolate shop, but the cafe was too crowded for us, and they had no take away ice cream despite the misleading window, so we found one with a little less historical appeal.
Which turned out to be a great idea, because our waiter was very entertaining and they had ice cream drowned in coffee. So good.
And so much bigger in real life than on the menu. Probably should have shared one.
I just realised I’m also wearing the same shirt now! The following day I flew home from Prague, and we managed to have a couple of hours there first, just long enough for lunch and ice cream eating in the sun, but not enough time for photos. And now I’m caught up with what happened a week and a half ago maybe I’ll be able to blog about what I’ve been doing since soon. Including more on the cardigan I’m wearing in the first photo. It’s possible that that’s a new design. The socks by the way, are from Iknit day – I bought alpaca socks at a knitting event, which feels a little wrong, but they’re so cosy I don’t care.