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After breakfast at home, we revisited Szentendre which had also been a destination last time we were here. We even had lunch in the same restaurant. But other things were different. For example, I managed to persuade the more reluctant members of our party to try a different route back to the station, and as a result we came across a lovely square called Rab Ráby tér, where I took this blip. IP found a load of information online about Rab Ráby, but it was in Hungarian so I can't really link to it. It seems he was a historical character - who presumably lived here - who featured in a book written by someone who was the Hungarian Walter Scott, Charles Dickens, and some other novelist all rolled into one.

Back in Budapest, I wandered across the bridge, rather than getting the tram back, and then in the evening we went to an excellent open air venue (Kobuci Kert) to hear some not excellent music. The best thing about the whole performance was watching Harry, I's dog, enjoy a lengthy tummy rub from his dad.