“Once upon a time there was an empress, trapped as a ghost in the ruins of a jewelled palace, cursed to find another soul to take her place. At least, that’s what the empress heard. But, as it turned out, stories can have any ending you like.” ~ Kirsty Logan
Snapshot 5. We Were Not Sure
We called it the Pastle. We called it the Calace. Really, we just weren’t sure what to call the area that we were in. Signs on the map pointed to the Castle, and we knew that we were in the right area, but then, here was the Royal Palace, and around us, the Castle wall. So we wandered around the area and took pictures of everything, and from then on, referred to it as the Pastle-Calace.
But when we got to St. Matthias Church and the Fisherman’s Bastion in the heart of Buda’s Castle District, the rain had finally stopped, the sun started to peek out of the fog, and everything about that moment took my breath away. Maybe it was the trees in bloom in front of the Bastion, maybe it was promise of blue sky, a banner behind the clouds and highlighted by the graceful spire of the church, or maybe it was the fact that I was with two wonderful friends, but “Oh, Budapest is beautiful,” I said in one long breath, and we stood there for a little bit, so happy, taking it all in.