Budapest in the rain ~ Sophia

One week here and I finally have enough free time to write a blog post. (Or enough homework that blogging sounds like an appealing form of procrastination. Take it as you will.) So here, for your viewing pleasure, is my daily walk to the grocery store.

Just outside my apartment, on the third floor.

Which of course means three flights of stairs.

I've been mentally referring to this as "the creepy handprint." I have no idea why it's there.

The street outside my apartment.

Crossing the street.

I hear church bells ringing at noon every day.

Turn right at the enormous statues.

Inside the grocery store. The Europeans are really into their bottled water -- these are tiny bottles in the baby food section.

Heading back home.

And here we are.