Almost all shops are closed on Sundays in Budapest, but there are some markets and bazaars that stay open, mostly for tourists. And that’s us. Audrey fell in love with a dress in a street market called Gozsdu Bzaar. After looking at all the stalls in the bazaar, we stopped at a restaurant for lunch. From where we sat, we happened to be peering at the back of a stand where an old man was selling whistles and dresses — an odd combination that was later explained. Pointing at a cream dress with little blue flowers, Audrey told me, “This dress looks like the one from Urban Outfitters. I will show you.” She proceeded to show me the dress on her phone and said she would like to try the dress. While I sat at the table waiting for the food to arrive, Audrey went to ask the old man if she could try the dress in the lady’s room in the cafe. She came back to the table with the dress and told me that all the dresses were made by the old man’s wife. So, that was why the whistle stand also sold dresses.
Unfortunately, the pretty dress was too small for Audrey. I told her to ask the old man if his wife could sew a larger one and we will come back in a couple of weeks. Audrey came back and said that the old man said no, but his english wasn’t good enough to describe the reason why not. It was either because his wife was leaving him or she was dead. I thought that was strange and went to talk to him again after lunch. He told me again that his wife was leaving him. “Tomorrow,” he added, flapping his arms. We finally understood that she was leaving for vacation tomorrow.
Disappointment aside, Audrey found some lovely souvenirs and gifts to bring home.
After a heavy lunch, I made some more quick pickled radish. This time I added onion, garlic, poblano pepper and paprika to the mix. We snacked on the pickled radishes while watching Mrs. Doubtfire, which brought us back to the familiar streets of San Francisco. The film was shot in and around a house only a few blocks from our home.
I have to get up at 4am tomorrow for my first day shooting, and I must go to bed now. I will share the recipe for pickled radishes tomorrow because they are really delicious.