Szentendre
On Monday afternoon, we went to the nearby city of Szentendre. No one could pronounce this name, so when someone asked a fellow tourist which excursion they were going on, they would simply say that city that starts with an S.
Szentendre was a short (45 minute) bus drive from Budapest. Our bus driver's name was Attila, so every time our tour guide referred to the bus driver, she called him Attila the Hungarian.
Szentendre is a very colorful village with cobblestone streets lined by shops peddling wares to tourists. After we strolled from one end of the main street to the other, with our tour guide, Victoria, giving us the history and culture of the area, we stopped at a cafe to have pastries and coffee.
After the coffee stop, we continued on to a museum called the Margit Kovacs Museum. This is a museum of porcelain pieces designed by Margit Kovacs, who apparently is well known in Hungary, but not so much by most of us Americans.
After the museum, we were free to wander around on our own. Denise and I climbed some steps to the rooftop of a building, where we were hoping to see some views of the quaint city below, but all we could really see was rooftops. So we headed back toward the bus. We were interested in a Retro Museum, which had displays of how life was in the Communist era vs. today, but the museum was closed on Monday.
Szentendre was a short (45 minute) bus drive from Budapest. Our bus driver's name was Attila, so every time our tour guide referred to the bus driver, she called him Attila the Hungarian.
Szentendre is a very colorful village with cobblestone streets lined by shops peddling wares to tourists. After we strolled from one end of the main street to the other, with our tour guide, Victoria, giving us the history and culture of the area, we stopped at a cafe to have pastries and coffee.
After the coffee stop, we continued on to a museum called the Margit Kovacs Museum. This is a museum of porcelain pieces designed by Margit Kovacs, who apparently is well known in Hungary, but not so much by most of us Americans.
After the museum, we were free to wander around on our own. Denise and I climbed some steps to the rooftop of a building, where we were hoping to see some views of the quaint city below, but all we could really see was rooftops. So we headed back toward the bus. We were interested in a Retro Museum, which had displays of how life was in the Communist era vs. today, but the museum was closed on Monday.
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