I love flea markets like I love the American flag. Did that sound patriotic enough for the fourth of July? I didn’t see any local celebrations in Budapest at all, but it’s OK. It’s OK because someday…someday we will ALL be Americans!
Europeans never think that’s funny. I don’t know why.
This is from a children's menu. It would really be something if it was actually cat on the menu. Then again, they don't say what kind of meat soup it is. And who knew that "Superman's Favorite" was mushroom soup and fried cheese with rice? Wouldn't that weigh him down a bit?
I went to the Petofi Csarnok flea market in the City Park both days this weekend. Every year it becomes a little more sanitized with more of the same sellers and the challenge to find a good deal is harder, but it’s all Budapest has since “famous” Ecseri Piac is a flea market like Paris Hilton is an actress and the Ocskapiac behind Keleti train station closed down. Last year in the Ocskapiac I bought 8 or 10 passports from gypsies. Ah, the good old days…
This time what did I buy? A soldier’s ID card from 1959, a ticket to Hungary’s first Formula One race, old tickets to Deep Purple and Saxon concerts and other absolute junk like this.
I wake up everyday at about 6:30am no matter what time I go to sleep. Some days it is 5:30am, in which case I force myself to sleep a little more, but I am constantly in a zombie-like tired state. It’s awful.