I am at the airport. The trip to Budapest has ended and I am returning back to Paris. I have missed France and French culture this week! In fact, when passing French tourists on the street one day in Budapest, I stopped to listen and felt immediately warmed and nostalgic...how funny.
Anyway, there have been a variety of adventures here in this new landscape called Hungary. Some good, some I could have happily done without...including an impromptu escape over a locked fence! (More on that later...)
Today, I saw a pigeon in the subway. He/she was down by the escalators, all alone, determinedly eating crumbs on the floor. Completely unconcerned about being enclosed, indoors, or the many people walking by in very close proximity, she didn't even bother to flutter her feathers to move out of the way of foot traffic. She just held her ground. It seemed strange and drew my attention. In some way, I thought, I must be like this pigeon...either I am, or I need to learn to be...? There must be a poetic metaphor here...any thoughts, dear reader?
Anyway, although I can't say I was completely enchanted with Budapest and Hungarian culture...particularly the seemingly high population of homeless people for such a small city..., I did meet some really interesting people that I am glad to know and I do hope I will see again in the future. However, I'm glad to be returning to Paris and I think the contrast has helped me appreciate it even more.
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