The two women who seemed so focused on their mission with the chair in yesterday’s photo sure got distracted from that effort when they passed this guy going the other way. He must have been carrying some good stuff.
I imagined this woman to be the winner in some sort of adult musical chairs game where the winner gets to take home the last chair. The woman with her? I suppose she’s the first runner up, hanging around to sit in the chair should the winner not be able to complete her reign as champion.
Real Men and Wicker Baskets
I’m not sure how they feel about quiche, but many men (and women) seem to favor a small wicker basket for carrying home a bit of fresh bread and produce from the market. The same plastic grocery bags that are ubiquitous in the U.S. are also available in Hungary, but no one except the American tourists seem to make much use of them. Least you think this scene is way too quaint, I should point out the guy was reading a text message on a cell phone in his other hand.
A woman surveying the fare at the local gift shop on Váci utca, the pedestrianized main tourist street in Budapest. She was either over-dressed for the weather in her trench-length down coat (it was chilly, but not that chilly), or running around the streets in her housecoat, I couldn’t quite tell. I had no interest in shopping at the tourist traps but appreciated them nonetheless because they posted all their signage in English, so I actually felt literate for a change.
There are five old-fashioned market halls in Budapest with stall after stall of fresh fruits and vegetables that are very photogenic (if the number of tourist photographers like myself is any indication). For some reason the pears attracted me more than anything else.