So finally getting round to posting these but there's more to come because I still have photos to develop from my disposables not only of this trip but from the trip to Prague I had LAST SEPTEMBER. I am terrible.
Some highlights than:
There's a shot on my disposable of the 'Shoes on the Danube Promenade' by filmdirector Can Togay and Sculptor Gyula Pauer. Once I get them developed I will share because it was so stunning.
This cafe' walls were cramed with picture frames of collages looking like Paris 19th Century time of the Impessionist era, old pictures taken and then reworked. Really liked these.
The bath spa, didn't get a shot of it inside; can't even believe IIII got in a bikini and did this.
IT WAS FATE. The day we first arrived an exhibition of Egon Schiele had started! So during my time there I went and I got emotional. They exhibited letters and poems of his as well translated and wow. More Schiele to come...
Think these giant shards of wood sculptures are a thing in Budapest; why use marble or brass? I saw a rhino one too.
House of Parliament at night because in the day is was molested by construction work.
Great little graffiti on the tube escalators.
I tried RED ABSINTHE. I had a challenge to drink absinthe every place we went, and I was succeeding until I had to leave early. Absinthe tasting is what every tourist should do, trust me.
Up on the castle.
Beautiful tree I just had to picture.
Goodbye Budapest, you lil con-artists. HELLO VIENNA.
Okay so a must thing to do is go straight to the Museumquatier and check out EVERYTHING. I was in Vienna just for one day so I prioritized and saw Schiele at the Leopold Museum. I was on the verge of tears. My dreams come true. Now sit back and be flustered.
Found out about other wicked artists:
ANTON HANAK. Reclining Female Nude with Supported Legs, 1915.
JOSEF HOFFMANN. Chess Table with Spherical Castors, 1903
Egon Schiele flowers above.
Beautiful lil area for cool folks hidden by all the great museums is a great hang out space.
GEORG MINNE. Kneeling Boy, 1897.
HERBERT BOECKL. Portrait of Josef von Wertheimstein, 1921.
DIETRICH WEGNER. Playhouse.
Andy Warhol's 'Silver Clouds'.
Egon Schiele
ANTON ROMAKO. Portrait of Isabella Reisser, 1885.
IM SO GOING BACK TO VIENNA. It's amazing! Like the vibe itself even with crowds of tourists it's so chilled and happy, everyone was happy. Maybe it was the weather but if I was going to live anywhere other than London, could you imagine, it would be Vienna. I tried to venture out alone and find Schiele's cemetery in Ober St but I ended up on the motorway and I refused to die trying to find a grave. That's too ironic for an afterlife story.
So now we're in Prague, and that first night in when the drama happened resulting to me leaving early but WHATEVS. Belri nand Amsterdam is there still for me to check out, never mind losing shitloads of money. I'm not at all bitter. It's not like working in Stratford Westfield is a bitch. Awks.
So enjoy Prague, it's really good. I've been before so I knew things ish but you'll never get lost. There's shit loads of roads but you see a tall building or the river and you're safe.
Oh and don't do the Pub Crawl unless you want drama or don't mind being robbed of drinks.
Great accident shot.
Charles Bridge.
So as my hotel in Prague said:
