march snow

Although it was already March, it was snowing again in Budapest. It must had been snowing during the whole evening while we were sitting inside the bar and just were too busy talking without glancing out of the window even once.

Everything was covered with white, soft layers of crispy crystals. It looked like the city had felt cold during the evening and asked God for a warm blanket so it could cover itself and wait till the sun wakes up and finally it gets warmer...

The next morning I went for a nice walk in the snow and had breakfast in one of those small Austrian style coffee shops after. You know the ones where hot chocolate is topped with whipped cream, the croissant is so fresh and warm that the butter gets melt right away you place a portion on top. Coffee is served in fine, hand painted china and the whole place is just so romantic and peaceful. Neatly dressed, white haired gentlemen give rendezvous to shy, warm hearted ladies who wear lavender perfume and before meeting their companions they spend hours in their boudoirs dressing up, doing their hair and trying to select the perfect outfit for the occasion. Excited like teenagers, trying to make sure that their sweethearts will be pleased with their looks so they can fall in love again.

I was sitting in a quiet corner of the place, sipping my creamy melange, reading an Oscar Wilde book I had recently started, watching people passing by, drinking fresh orange juice from thick, steamy walled crystal glasses, and put big piles of strawberry jam on my warm crispy croissant.