The man proceeds to show me his own blond, beloved, four legged dude. He tells me the Ancient Greeks held dogs in high esteem because they posses almost divine-like attributes.
Vestiges of the ancient city are still visible: Thracian walls, Hellenistic towers, a Roman staircase, a reservoir dating from the Middle Ages. We pick our way across strewn boulders to stand on the crumbling walls where lie some of the best views of the modern city and its 350,000 inhabitants.
There’s a punchline, quipped by locals and adopted in a high-profile media campaign in 2013 that is part self-deprecation, part self-promotion. It was lovingly quoted to me on multiple occasions when I sought advice on the beautiful sights to visit: You know you’re in Bucharest, not Budapest don’t you?
Imagine the national response should a motorhome-driving Romanian legitimately come to UK to use our health services and accidentally set his van on fire.
Poor old Brno, always the bridesmaid never the bride. Everybody’s been to Prague, whether it’s a lads weekend sampling the Staropramen in copious quantities, a cultural visit to the castle, or a romantic saunter over the Charles Bridge. But Brno? Where on earth is that?
The rich tapestry of Budapest’s history is woven throughout the city from the largest synagogue in Europe to the neo-Gothic splendour of Fisherman’s Bastion.
I learned to love both sides of you: late nights downtown, ruined bars in the Jewish quarter; an ice cream in Magrit park, an early morning spa at the foot of the Gelert hills.
With the New Bridge in your sights and the Blue Danube coursing underneath, your admission to the city is observed by a giant, eyeball-like UFO…
An enormous glass tower, recently built on top of the original blast furnace, is the highest geographical point in Ostrava; it studs the dusk sky like a diamond lain on velvet. Flaking iron pipes pierce the troposphere. Walkways and conduits criss-cross crumbling concrete buildings.
You don’t need a stash of 10 pence pieces bursting from one of those crappy plastic moneybags. Instead you exchange your entrance fee for one of those festival-style wristbands. This allows you to enter and re-enter the place all day long. The machines are all free-play.