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Rolling saints down hills…..hmmm, sounds like those Magyars took their paganism seriously.
So to speak.
Another fabulous city! The structures are so massive! Wow! Loved the roof top picture. I have lived in several attics in Germany and we looked out over the roofs of so many homes. I still live where I look at the roofs…4th floor! Take care!
I can’t resist rooftop pictures in Europe, Wendy— so much more colorful! Lived in several attics in Germany? That sounds like an interesting story!
Our attic living spaces…the first one was above the Lido Bar in Germany where I memorized all the words from Tom Jones Green, Green Grass of Home. Then, we went up a little in the living situation to an attic above the editor of the Trier newspaper where Erika became a big part of our lives. I remember opening the door of the Lido apartment to the chimney sweep who was dressed in all his glory! Wonderful times. Your travels have brought back many memories for me! Take care!
Thanks for sharing, Wendy. Sound like fond memories. What took you to Germany in the first place. Peggy lived there for three years when her first husband was on a military assignment.
Peggy and I share the same situation. My husband was in the Air Force but we had such low rank, we lived off base but it was an amazing three years of living in that beautiful country!
Possibly a better experience than living on base!
I’ve seen these tours advertised. It seems they are as good as they say!
They are quite different than the large ship cruises, G. More personal and more land focus than ship focus. And one HECK of a lot fewer people. A hundred instead of a thousand, or 4000! And there isn’t anything shabby about the places we have been able to visit, either. Grin. The only down side is their cost.
Great picture of the palace!
Thanks, Diana.
It is a very fine city, one of my favourites, thanks for the memory nudge,
Glad you enjoyed it, Andrew.
I read the paragraph to my husband about how St. Gellert because a saint. His response was “Wow, that’s the definition of ‘overkill.'” Lol. Poor guy. More great pictures, Curt. The synagog is beautiful. You mentioned in the last post about the destruction of some amazing buildings during WWII. I’m glad that some, like this one, have been restored.
Now that photo of the horse and the trainer… precious. 🙂
“Overkill” Laughing, although I shouldn’t. You had to work to become a saint in those days. Horses are up today!
I know, poor guy, but still. 🙂
I learned something about most of the saints who were martyred, D. First they were put though horrible tests, like being tortured or arrows stuck in them etc. But then they would be saved by the miracle of God’s intervention thus proving that God cared for them, apparently. Only then was it okay to cut off their heads or put them in a barrel or any other gruesome ways to die!
Similar to testing whether someone was a witch in an odd twisted way. I’ll close my mouth now rather than comment on the psychopathology.
Yeah, like let’s tie a heavy rock around her ankle and toss her in the water. If she floatsaback to the surface, she’s innocent.
The other way around, Curt. If she sinks and drowns, she’s innocent. If she survives, then you pull her out and burn her.
Whoops, thanks for the info, D. Silly of me, of course it would be. All bright, independent women are dangerous, right? Innocent or not. 🙄
Right! Unfortunately, there are a lot of people who are intimidated by women. Sigh. They can’t help but comparing themselves and coming up short. Hehehe.
😁Fortunately, I’ve been blessed by having strong women as friends all my life.
🙂 🙂
I was fascinated by the rooftop photo. It looks to me like someone has their weather stations up there. It looks like there’s a rain gauge, a couple of anemometers, and such.
I’d never heard of Gellért. His name was so strange I went looking, and found he was the Benedictine Abbot of San Giorgio Maggiore in Venice. I wouldn’t have expected that, but those pilgrims did get around. It was even more interesting to learn about Estee Lauder’s connection to the synagogue there. I used to use some of those cosmetics, but stopped. I’m not sure why — it probably happened when I made the move to sailing and the docks — but I’d sure never make another run at them. Pricey!
My favorite photo’s the closer view of the synagogue. As for the fellow with the horse, there’s something about that long blue skirt (?) and the expression on his face that brought the Church Lady to mind. I can’t wait to read more about that pair.
European rooftops always seem so much more attractive than those we have in the US. Of course there are exceptions. And Europe is still big on pilgrimages.
“I made the move to sailing and the docks.” Chuckled at that Linda, don’t know why but the thought ‘free range woman’ passed through my mind.
Whole post on the horses and riders today. Didn’t want to run it tomorrow when people will either be ecstatic or in deep depression.
I, for one, am running away. Peggy and I are now in Hawaii for a month hiding out in a small house about a mile from the ocean and 30 miles from the active volcano.
More gorgeous photos, Curt. The deck on the boat looks pretty wide. Love all of the structures. Did you do any hiking? Oh my that last picture … he best be careful the horse doesn’t “talk back”! 🤣
There was a fair amount of walking involved in the tours, Cindy. Had we had more time, we would have done more on our own. The horse was something else. More photos of the horses on the post I put up today.
I’m sure that’s true and those miles add up. Too funny. I’ll have a peek! 👀🐎
First time I’ve seen the peek emoji. Fun.
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Yep…