Ah, Budapest

You had me at hello. Shall I consider thee the Spain of the Danube, an enchanted land that magically transforms grapes and pigs into delicious amusements, or perhaps an inland Naples, somewhat impenetrable, but with the same fascination with prosciutto and vino (and pizza). No matter, your pleasant lack of Starbucks and big box stores and Starbucks inside big box stores is most invigorating.