Budapest and falconers







I always loved the atmosphere of Central Europe, food, music and colors. Last year, I had to, at least for one day, again visit the beautiful Budapest ... Spring Day, Budapest warm and elegant, full of people and foreign languages. Violinists on roofs of fortresses, falcons around the old luxury Catholic cathedrals, street sellers of watercolors-Hungarian bukinists. Bakery shops, coffee, cakes, floral arrangements and heavy smell of Hungary.

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