Budapest - 1997
In 1997, I decided that I hadn't been to a Grand Prix
for far too long. I therefore headed off for a long weekend
in Budapest. It's a fabulous city for the tourist. The food
and drink are exquisite and cheap, the architecture is
beautiful and steeped in history, and the people are warm
and friendly.
Amongst my lasting memories; the pelinka aperitif that
starts each evening, the evocative sounds of hammer dulcimer
and violin that accompany every meal, trying to get a photo
of Michael's Ferrari as the elegantly dressed crowd admired
it on their way into the suberbly grand Opera House, and, of
course, Damon's heroic bid for victory at the Hungaroring in
his lowly Arrows...
Municipal offices
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A tower in the Castle wall
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