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| While near the Castle, we were passed by this Procession |
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| Which ended in the ritual Shoot-out at the OK Corral for tourists |
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| But among those processing, there were these two Hungarian bag-pipers; not wearing kilts, however |
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| And these two cute kids, headed for a little folk dance presentation, who obliged maybe a dozen tourists with their patient and good-natured poses |
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| What better to do, when avoiding the actual Castle, than to visit the Royal Wine House and Wine Cellar Museum (in the Castle cellars)? Tasting notes: the Egri Bikaver ("Bull's Blood") I had requested was replaced by some other unremarkable cab/merlot blend; just OK; the sauvignon blanc was an experience, fruity, and with 15% alcohol (yes, 15%, highest I have seen on a white), and an interesting "grassy" after-taste (where do we come up with these wine adjectives? did I go out and eat some grass before the tasting? well, I am sure that as a kid I must have eaten, or tasted, some grass; anyway, some very old neurons were firing in the after-taste; the Tokay was wonderful, a sweet white dessert wine more like Sauterne (ah, Bordeaux!) than the trockenbeereauslese, although it is picked, by hand, with the "noble rot"; usually, Vicki is a wonderful partner for tastings--I get to drink her share as well as my own--but on this day she drank most of the Tokay, giving me the cherry schnapps-like concoction she appraised as "ick!" Anyhow, this was all fun; I had never before tasted Hungarian wines |
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| In the ex-Royal Cellars |
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| And, a bus and tram-ride later, we are back in Pest, admiring its St. Stephen's Basilica |
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| And other buildings; Budapest too is a City of Spires |
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| The Castle from Pest |
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