I remember Budapest taking me back in time.

I remember the icons of another era, …

… frost gnawing at iron bridges.

I remember the cold in the streets.

I remember the final stages of History: Forgotten …

… Remembered …

… and Polished.

I remember the color Red …

… and the Star.

I remember the shops …

… and the shoppers.

I remember the market, …

… the sausages, …

… the shiny tins …

… and the garlic.

I remember people talking …

… and the mystery of a revolving door.