Budapest

Living here, walking these streets, I cannot see the city through the eyes of a tourist.

I see it wake up, hurry, drenched in rain, baked in daylight, bathed in lamplight.

I see him dishevelled or freshly awakened, grim and glossy, gloomy and smiling. I don't like its tourist traps, but I can spend hours admiring its everyday wonders: the diversity of passers-by, the swirls of the Danube, the transience of the morning light.