After a horrible week of feeling taken advantage of by AIS parents, a getaway from the selfishness was just what I needed, and so to a friend’s restored wine press weekend house in Hungary a group of us gathered for good food, great wine, and fun at the flea markets in and around Budapest. At dusk we were treated to bats swooping about, and even a den of fox flitting across the paths. Just what I needed.
The village is home to about 3.000 persons, and with about 300 press houses in one condition or another.
These houses fall into the, “other” condition. Thatched roofs! Wow.
I am not a huge bric-a-brac fan, though I enjoyed tagging along for the sport of people (and bric-a-brac) watching, and was not disappointed on either front.
Don’t you wonder from where these items “went missing” during the Social Times?
Apparently I have good taste. Even with the tremendous currency exchange I still could not justify adding Hungarian porcelain to my collection. Even handpainted Herend porcelain this gorgeous.
More than just tchotchke at the market. Fuzzy ducklings, chickens, and at least a hundred kinds of Hungarian paprika plants.
Along with beautiful handmade linens. Of course I purchased; I have a weakness for eastern european grandmothers.