Images of Budapest

My ideal market……is in Budapest


The vendors still use old-fashioned weighing scales

It has seating areas to sort out your shopping


If you don’t want to use the stairs, you can take the elevator


It is clean and pleasant


It has three levels of market splendour


They sell those cute souvenir items


One eatery uses office desks as dining tables


It has an art gallery

It’s the covered market of Lehel



I have a feeling this is a “communist-era” doorbell…


My perfect shopping mall… in Budapest!
WestEnd City Centre


A refreshing vertical water garden

Banners commemmorating the 1848 revolution against the Hapsburgs


Behind…errr above the scenes..of a bar


The food court


Sofas like these everywhere, in all floors, so that customers and windowshoppers alike can rest and lounge.

but i don’t think i like this




The Hungarians love their flyers. They even place containers by the door just to accommodate them. In France and the UK, there would be signs saying: “No publicity please!”



This way? where exactly?




Budapest is renowned for its cheap but high quality dental treatment. Walking the street one day, I discovered that they also cater to sculpting butts! (poster on the left)




A ladies’ hairdresser











Walking along Dob Utca (Dob Road), this medieval looking passageway attracted my attention.  It leads to a courtyard where old houses are standing.  Looking at the age-worn walls, I felt I was walking back in time…

Walking: France: Roya Valley: Breil sur Roya

A 17th/18th century mountain town in the Roya Valley.



The fast flowing river of the Roya valley. Adventurous tourists from all over Europe flock here in spring and summer to do kayaking.


“This medieval tower is round but not circular”, as written on a plaque


You will find shrines like this on your way to the top. “Annee Mariale 1949” (Marian Year 1949)


Signages are installed on footpaths pointing to the direction of nearby hamlets or villages and the amount of time it takes to walk there. For example: Peve…1 hour


The rock formation is astonishing!


Like a cable car, this box transports harvested olives (and probably it’s owner!) from the top of the hill, across the river, and down into the main road.


I traced the cable and this is where it ends on the other side. I highlighted it with a broken line so you can see it. The boxed highlight is their mailbox.
That’s the main road where Italians and the French continuously outrace each other despite it’s being zigzaggy and narrow.

A house with olive plantation.
The hills of Breil are half-covered with terraced olive groves.


An old viaduct



A tree growing horizontally.



Sheeps’ skulls displayed by the gate of the olive grove’s owner’s cottage.


The ramparts that surround the village end at this gate.
For centuries, it was one of the three gates which enclose the village at night. Story goes that wolves would come around and howl in the night.

Chapelle Saint Antoine
This chapel was constructed in the Middle Ages.
Travellers on their way to their destinations would stop on this spot
to pray for protection against bandits who rob and attack passersby.

Flowers for the dead

We went shopping for food today at a supermarket in Ventimiglia, a seaside market town of Italy just off the French border.  It’s not so much a desire to buy Italian food, it is the nearest biggest supermarket where we live. 
After disposing our shopping in the car, we proceeded to take a walk towards the town center.  It was a beautiful sunny day, the first day of Spring (yes, it’s 21st of March!) and Italian sights and sounds never fail to excite us. 
Walking past an old gigantic wall which we instantly recognized as the cemetery, we decided to go inside and take a glimpse.  Everytime we drive past this place, it always triggers our curiosity  when we see people in their best clothes coming and going through the wide iron gate.  For us, a European cemetery is a place worth visiting as much as the tourist spots for it offers almost the same type of curiosity you would find as in a historic monument or medieval building e.g. the eclectic architecture of the tombs, the writings on the tombstones which tell a story of the dead’s past life, the year of death which oftentimes occurred in the 19th century, photographs of the dead when they were still alive are displayed, and the flowers…a massive profusion of flowers!  Whether they are fresh or artificial, it gives the impression that in this part of the world, the living revers their dead for eternity! 

H:  you don’t see this expanse of flowers in England! 
M:  in the Philippines, you won’t see that much either!  Only around  All Saints Day!



Occupied Budapest



Empty shoes on the quayside near the Parliament building
Sculpture of shoes commemmorating the sad end of the Hungarian Jews as they were pushed by the Nazis into the Danube then shot to die.

This is a statue of Stalin’s boots at the Memento Park outside Budapest. Oh yes, it is the real thing! This is the only part left on the platform when they toppled the upper part of the statue to celebrate the end of the Communist regime in 1989. More Communist statues can be seen in the park.

A glimpse of Austria

The route of our Eurolines bus was France-Italy-Austria-Hungary and later to proceed to Poland.

As soon as we entered the Austrian border, I noticed the big difference!

– green, green and green everywhere. The country’s obsession with trees is obvious. On both sides of the motorway, the hilly green landscape is covered by trees! Trees that seem to have been planted not too long ago or I can assume that there is continuous planting of trees so that the older ones can be used as logs for heating.

– like Switzerland, it’s perfection! bales of hay perfectly stacked up, green fields with nary a speck of blemish, houses or buildings painted in greens, yellows, oranges…probably to cover up their plain almost uniform designs which is a sloping roof, a box, and load of windows. I also noticed their non-adherence to terraces! Restaurants or motorway stops designed like disneyland castles, art painted on motorway walls as if to take the passing motorists on an art gallery ride to his destination.


Windmills, hundreds of them, like I’ve never seen so much of these rotating metals in just one country in my whole European life


Our Eurolines bus stopped at Vienna Airport to pick up passengers. I saw this overwhelming structure and took a shot of it from our moving vehicle. Googled it later and learned that it is the Vienna Airport Control Tower.

The new 109-metre tower has been the new landmark of Vienna Airport since October 2007. It is currently one of the tallest airport control towers in Europe.


Above two designs are the back and front of a single Morrison column. They use a lot of these columns for theatre, concert and exhibition advertising.


The courtyard of Erdberg Mall just next to the bus station where I was waiting


The countryside where we drove past has no signs of graffiti that I was starting to venerate the country as the cleanest in Europe, however, as soon as we entered the city of Vienna, they all started to come in sight, one by one, but nicely done!