More than any other city I visited on my Eurotrip, Budapest had the most emotive, active and ubiquitous statue scene. Far from the stoic statues of the Viennese parks, or the timeless statues of Paris’ museums, Budapest’s statues were everywhere and very original in inspiration and execution. I took it upon myself to befriend each one I came across, and it wasn’t difficult, as each statue gave off a strong, distinct impression that was quite easy to mimic.
Me, flirting with Imre Kálmán, who is sitting in front of and gazing lovingly upon the opera house that put up much of his work.
Luxuriating with all the greatest men of Hungarian history.
Shootin’ the breeze with Miklos Radnoti, Hungarian poet.
Proud of my physical excellence with St. Gellert.
Feeling “so over this” with a statue dedicated to anonymous storytellers far and wide.
Strolling with Ronald Reagan, 40th President of the United States.
Me, noticing something with Imre Nagy, the Hungarian Prime Minister during the uprising in 1956.