Postcard from Budapest, Hungary: When cats fly and other flights of fancy

As we wandered rooted to the ground, so many winged creatures hovered above us.

The raven symbolic of King Matthias Corvinus. Angels, cherubs and griffins galore.

Warlike eagles. The falconer so grim he appears ready to man a guillotine.

Fantastical animals derived from their creators’ nightmares.

A contemporary breasted owl suspended above giant lips is no more whimsical than a centuries-old Icarus-type figure bearing the soles of a saint.

 

Postcard from Budapest, Hungary: Elevated artistry for heating a home

Tile stoves were favored for home heating in Hungary since medieval times, with the radiant heat stored by fired clay capable of keeping things surprisingly toasty.

Aristocrats commissioned fancier tilework than the common folk. Most of the tiles featured here are from the Budapest History Museum, also known as the Castle Museum, and originally were used in the royal palace itself.

The 15th-century stove with jousting knights was reconstructed from surviving pieces. The fish-helmeted knight above appears poised to be speared.

The blue tile stove housed in the Hungarian National Museum dates from the 17th century.

While not as aristocratic as the palace’s tile stoves, we once had a handsome, upright Godin stove we employed to warm up our home in the Monte Vista Historic District years ago. One small load of wood would last all day in the efficient parlor stove. The outer walls grew fiery hot, and we used it on cold days until about 29 years ago when our Niña suddenly darted straight toward it and placed both hands flat against it.

After the return from the emergency room, the Godin was retired from service.

Postcard from Budapest, Hungary: People-watching

An enduring relationship: she likes a man to be seen and not heard.

A couple just taking the plunge.

Budapest does the blues with glasses of rosé.

Street musicians resembling throwbacks to the sixties.

A water-goblet xylophone player reminiscent of the Ed Sullivan Show of the same period.

Tourists. Tourists everywhere.

Everyone armed with cellphones.

Nuns on the run.

Milka appearing malcontent with stripped-down sunbathers nearby.

A young girl splashing innocently.

Another realizing the lap she’s approaching belongs to a figure much more ominous than Santa.

A young boy quickly casting aside his childish toy to pose upon a voluptuous bench.

A Roma protesting eviction from the park she chose as home.

Oh, and a couple of seniors taking a selfie in a ruin pub.