budapest [part two]

the danube is a broad swath of river, criss-crossed by stately bridges and enveloping a couple tiny islands. the water turns an inky, beguiling blue come twilight.





budapest has the best doorways. i photographed a half-dozen or so, and found myself wishing i knew the stories behind each one.





it seems the half-century of soviet occupation has left its mark; some of the prettier remains are the painted eggs and matryoshkas.



knee-level at an indoor market.



a view of the flat, pest side of the city.



street musicians. these guys were ridiculously talented.





fishermen's bastion on the castle hill.



it's impossible not to love a city with beauty and history carved into every corner. (one more round to come.)