As we
walked the streets of the Castle District, each new turn and twist provided us
with little surprises. Here there would be a plaque on a wall honoring some
mayor, or writer, or composer, or . . . . well, just because. In little alleys that were little more than a
way of getting from point A to point B, there would be little gardens. All the
streets were cobblestone and walls were painted with frescoes, or had little
niches with a Madonna. The terraced apartments were in building hundreds of
years old. Lovely old doors graced apartment entrances, or little shops, or
garages. Buda is hilly so some of the streets were fairly steep. Here and there
on the side of the hill would be a little shady park where families sat and had
their dinner with babies asleep in their prams and dogs laying at their feet. A
lovely, charming, wistful place to be.
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