I went to St. Stephen's this Sunday, followed by some wandering around the neighborhood and a stop at a little gelato shop. I hear rumors of a cool gelato place where they make the ice cream into the shape of a flower; maybe I'll find that next Sunday.
Navigating public transit can be tricky, but at least the church is easy to spot.
Their English is making me feel better about my Hungarian.
There's an eclectic mix of pews and chairs, which latter are all joined together for maximum creakiness. No kneelers, of course. That floor is awfully hard.
Lots of little statues, including both the standard Mary/Joseph/Therese assortment and some more idiosyncratic Hungarian choices (St. Elizabeth of Hungary, St. Ladislaus).
Soaring domed ceiling
Side altars with altar lamps lit make genuflection decisions complicated. (What counts as passing in front of the altar? Does your path of travel have to be perpendicular to the way the altar faces?)
The other side altar.
The other side of the exterior. (It's hard to get photographs, because it's just so tall.)
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