The opera house is old, but unlike similar buildings in other cities, there were no warnings off. We could walk on specially made and old carpets, lean against the walls and touch things. It is a living building, beautiful but also for use by performers, students and the public. In my experience, seldom are such buildings so people friendly as the Budapest Opera House.
We were treated to a short performance of a popular opera piece with a glass of champagne in our hands.
The colour is a bit weird in this photo and R and I got on the wrong coloured bus, not even thinking about our colour cards. Our APT issued backpacks all looked the same and there was R's backpack sitting on our seat, where we had left it. Except he was challenged about it and was asked to double check. Oh, not his. Embarrassing. We are on the blue bus and need to be on the yellow one. 'Excuse me, you have left your camera on the seat.' A close call.
We were then off to Hero Square, which I found quite underwhelming. Madame, that is broken down trolley bus being towed, which I find interesting. Clear yourself from photo, if you please.
A nice building on the edge of Hero Square.
Slightly odd bus. What is that about? Revelation later.
We saw quite a number of seagues in Europe, especially in Hungary.
We are on our way to Fishermens Bastion, with great views over the city.
A Trabby, that is the communist car, the Trabant, made of cardboard I think. Put your name down for one when you are pregnant as you are about to become a family. By the time your first child is 18, you might receive one. There are various models, but it was up the government to decide which you receive, so our local guide told us.
At this point old churches were a novelty to us. This is Matthias Church. Note the roof tiles.
How good were the views of Budapest. One of the older single woman on our cruise had become confused, and so R, experienced in caring, steered her in the right direction. For the rest of the cruise, she ignored us.
Parliament House, again.
We had a quick lunch in a cafe and then we were transported back to ship.
The Chain Bridge.
The Buda Castle funicular.
Once again, Parliament House.
Remember the bus earlier at Hero Square? Here is in the water.
Under Margaret Bridge and up the Danube, next stop, Vienna, Austria.
I'll just write a little about public transport in Budapest, as it is an interest of mine. Our quiet and air-conditioned trains seem luxurious compared to those in Budapest but that is where the good ends. Budapest trains are noisy and utilitarian, but they are fast and efficient and with a flat fare of I think $1, cheap, for us at least. They absolutely rocket along and the underground stations are well designed and attractive too. However, you would not want to be a person with a physical disability.
The trams were similar. They were hammered along by the drivers and the loading and unloading of passengers was fast. I don't think they have a lot of priority at traffic lights, but drivers of rubber tyred vehicles get out of the trams' path very smartly. They were also noisy, especially outside. I am not sure if the wheels needs grinding to smooth them out or the tracks needed grinding to smooth them out.
To wrap, we did notice some high rise buildings on the outskirts of Budapest, exactly where they should be.