It was a hot day.
We packed our stuff in the car and we hit the road, direction Őrség national park, in the western part of Hungary.
After three hours drive, we arrived in front of a traditional house that was surrounded by green tall grass. The key to open the entrance door was the size of my hand and it felt like entering a secret place in a fairy tale.
Inside, the thick mud walls kept the air cool, the kitchen had an old wood burning stove and the door frames were large and low. It was like stepping back in time.
We unpacked and got familiar with this rustic house, our base to discover the region.
This journey will be remembered as the days we cycled up and down hills on small country roads from one village to another. As the region where apple trees laden with fruits were commonly found in people’s garden or by the side of the road. As the place where meadows filled with wild flowers were beautiful, specially at sunset. And as the area where we spotted a herd of szürke marha lazily resting in the shade, a stork going back at dusk to its nest perched on a chimney top and countless of butterflies everywhere…
Besides the bucolic landscapes and tranquil atmosphere, the medieval church with its frescoes in Velemér, the ethnographic open-air museum in Szalafő and the traditional pottery added a cultural touch to our discovery of the region.
After spending most of our holidays in cities – Fehérvar, Paris and Budapest– this escape in the country was good.
Őrség was a lovely place to end our European journey.
La suite en français…
It’s been over a week now. Paprika and I are back in the Land of the Long White Cloud.
More than once during these holidays I thought how marvelous it could be to have a way to record a moment. Not only visually. But to have a piece that would capture what all my senses have been moved by at a particular moment.
I would keep that memory in a jewellery box, because it would be so precious. And sometimes, I would carefully open the box. And I would have again the full sensation of this moment…
Summer 2012, Budapest, Hungary.
There’s this warm breeze that caresses my skin.
And while Paprika and I stroll in the streets, my nose is constantly up, looking at the architecture.
We hear a melody… Someone’s playing piano.
Like in a movie scene, I follow the music. I stop in front of a renaissance style building and I stare at the open window where the notes come from.
The bells of the church nearby resonate and bring me back to reality.
We keep walking.
We don’t really know where our steps lead us…
We stumble upon an old synagogue in renovation…
Discover a photo exhibition featuring rarely seen photographs of Kertész and Brassaï.
Rest in a cafe that bring us back in time with a decor that reflects the splendor of the past.
Sneak a peek into the peaceful atmosphere of udvar -courtyard- hidden behind the massive carriage doors.
Everywhere we go, I see, feel and smell History.
It’s the end of the day. The sun sets behind the hills of Buda and the magic light makes everything glow…
I am grateful for being here and having the chance to live it all with my dear Paprika…
All images © Viviane Perényi
Special thanks to Zita for her food recommendations in Budapest. It was a pleasure to dine and chat with you and Vera as well !
La suite en français…