Shyly sneaked into the Music Academy and peered at the Spanish students playing piano in the basement. They were kind enough to let us listen, happy that we are not professionals to judge them harshly. Once we got into the well insulated room, the sound roared powerfully and everyone was solemn and dignified. Because of Franz Liszt and his melancholic rhapsody.
Then the roof terrace and the loud electronic music. The guy who passed by shrugging his shoulders whistling weird sounds. The hundreds of stickers on the walls.
Then the roof terrace and the loud electronic music. The guy who passed by shrugging his shoulders whistling weird sounds. The hundreds of stickers on the walls.
Hot wine up in the fortress on the peak of Buda hills, greenness hidden in the dark depths, twinkling lights across the valley, and Danube, oh, Danube.