No sooner had we sat down, than we saw a rather pretty 'girl' (probably mid 20's) wander across and plant a bottle in the middle of the square then continue across to speak to the musicians who were tuning and setting up. To cut a long story short, a tramp wandered across and took the bottle away with him - followed very shortly by a very irate (original) young lady who was sure that Lynne and I had stolen it! Fortunately she spoke English and we were able to re-assure her that it wasn't us
I'd noticed that the drum had something in Hungarian that looked remarkably like "Gospel Group" on it. So it was really rather unfortunate when this lady suddenly threw off her cardigan and proceeded to do a pole dance with a signpost right in front of the group. Sure enough, after the first rather loud song, out came another man - walking backwards and forwards, preaching in a very tele-evangelist manner ... and of course he became a target for a little more "performing" on her part. We left before it got too heated, but it was some rather unexpected entertainment at the time.
I took this photo especially for Anne and John - clearly a relation of yours and one who would appear to be worthy of a follow-up! Right beside a Prada shop and sited in the posh part of town.
There were some beautiful interiors - this rather unexpected fresco was in a mineral bath house. I can't remember now exactly how many mineral spas they said were around the city (something like 160 I think) with at least 3 bath houses. You name the ailment, there'll be a mineral spa that will cure you somewhere in the city (evidently).
Thought this was rather good too - just came across it in the middle of nowhere - but there didn't seem to be anything going on downstairs, despite the open window above.
And I know that I've already shown the ceiling at the Bookshop - this was in the Opera House.
It certainly is a city of contrasts. We were so lucky with the weather and that pasty face John complained about is now quite bronzed thank goodness. It was never a place I'd ever even thought about visiting - but it was a lovely week away and somewhere I won't forget in a hurry.
Today (Sunday) we've been to Darcy's third birthday party. The weather couldn't have been better - even though I had acclimatised to Autumn on my return - and we sat in the conservatory of St Julian's ... a house which started as a sort of commune purchased by several couples which the locals were all a little suspiious of. It now continues as a private club with swimming pool etc - and fabulous restaurant.
Darcy is Christine's granddaughter - related on mum's side, through my granny's family ... though officially we are un-cousins. When I was here last time, Darcy was just a baby and she got chicken pox rather badly - followed quickly by her mummy (Julia) who went one better by getting foot, hand and mouth. It is so nice to see both of them looking 100% better now.
I've just gone to my camera to include a photo or two - only to find that I've left the photocard in my computer ... another example of my prowess in blogging. What an idiot! It's back in my camera now - so watch this space ... it can only get better.
I'd noticed that the drum had something in Hungarian that looked remarkably like "Gospel Group" on it. So it was really rather unfortunate when this lady suddenly threw off her cardigan and proceeded to do a pole dance with a signpost right in front of the group. Sure enough, after the first rather loud song, out came another man - walking backwards and forwards, preaching in a very tele-evangelist manner ... and of course he became a target for a little more "performing" on her part. We left before it got too heated, but it was some rather unexpected entertainment at the time.
It certainly is a city of contrasts. We were so lucky with the weather and that pasty face John complained about is now quite bronzed thank goodness. It was never a place I'd ever even thought about visiting - but it was a lovely week away and somewhere I won't forget in a hurry.
Today (Sunday) we've been to Darcy's third birthday party. The weather couldn't have been better - even though I had acclimatised to Autumn on my return - and we sat in the conservatory of St Julian's ... a house which started as a sort of commune purchased by several couples which the locals were all a little suspiious of. It now continues as a private club with swimming pool etc - and fabulous restaurant.
Darcy is Christine's granddaughter - related on mum's side, through my granny's family ... though officially we are un-cousins. When I was here last time, Darcy was just a baby and she got chicken pox rather badly - followed quickly by her mummy (Julia) who went one better by getting foot, hand and mouth. It is so nice to see both of them looking 100% better now.
I've just gone to my camera to include a photo or two - only to find that I've left the photocard in my computer ... another example of my prowess in blogging. What an idiot! It's back in my camera now - so watch this space ... it can only get better.
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