After arriving at the apartment yesterday around noon, we headed off for lunch across the street and sat nice and cozy in a restaurant while a thunder storm rocked through the city. The sound of thunder reverberating against the narrow streets lined with stone and cement buildings was dramatic. The apartment is on a residential lined street, tucked behind massive solid wood doors which lead into an interior courtyard. 
It honestly only looks like Ren is leaning out into space. Our apartment is on the top floor, but luckily there is an elevator large enough to just fit us.
We wandered the streets for awhile trying to stay awake and get a feel for the neighbourhood. We are literally just around the corner from St. Stepehn's Basilica, an impressive dome which is most well known for it's shrine housing the right hand of the namesake saint himself. It struck me as a little odd, but there in a side chapel rests the hand.
We wandered around the neighbourhood, meeting some locals
And watching the kids take in Budapest
Don't worry, the B and E above was completely legal. Once in the park, the kids met a lively little red headed girl from just outside Paris. It took them awhile to figure out that they actually had a language in common, but we knew they had figured it out when the little girl ran across the playground shouting to her parents "Mama, Papa, Elle parle francais!"
Dinner was at a restaurant that promised traditional Hungarian fair
Notice the beef goulash and schitzel. Rather tasty, but rather fun for me was the chicken noodle soup that tasted exactly like Nanny's, right down to the thin noodles. Not sure if it was a coincidence, but makes me wonder that perhaps I did experience a little Hungarian cooking in my youth.
Today, off to city park, and here's hoping we don't get rained on.
Good day from Budapest.
