travelogue continues

Two short days in Budapest are not enough. The Szechenyi baths were worth every minute of our long hike finding it. Heavy mists over hot mineral baths outdoors as night falls in the middle of the winter, old men playing chess under the fountains of naturally heated water–this was a pure Budapest experience. A terrific dinner at a restaurant we happened upon randomly, Menza, and the Luc Tuymans retrospective at the Kunsthalle Budapest, together made for a fairly complete day. Though I must say the Tuymans retrospective was a bit thin–only a handful of early works and almost nothing beyond 2005, so how is that a retrospective? Unfortunately, no time to look up the people of Dinamo, the space I'd been told about by colleagues who'd visited the city in recent years. But next time. . . .