On my final day in Budapest, I went for a final stroll around the centre city. I popped in to see St Stephen's Basilica (Szent István-bazilika). The basilica actually houses the right hand of St Stephen, and it is said to bring you good luck if you can beat it at thumb wrestling.
As I prepared to leave, the sun came out and the mist began to lift. It was still freezing, though.
This is probably the closest to blue that I've ever seen the Danube.
They've had their share of unpleasant history. This memorial features metal shoes on the edge of the river where Jews were forced to take off their shoes and were then shot into the river.
In the square behind parliament, there was a display on Hungarian history. It included the following brilliant poem:
So, that was it for Budapest. It's a pretty city with a lot of history. I'd like to go back.