2013-10-12: Day 17
A quite glorious day spent strolling around Margitsziget in the sun and sitting reading. This is how "summer" days should be. Warm without being hot and just thoroughly pleasant. Lots of crazy folk running around the island but it seems that there is a generally accepted direction to do so which makes it easy to keep out of their way at least.
There were some birds on the island. They were weird and I have no way to describe so I took pictures. The words I later found appear to be shared by the collective wisdom of the internet as you can witness by googling "crazy fluffy chicken". Although I'm not unconvinced one of them didn't have a bit of Yetti in them... now that would have been a feat of logistics!
crazy fluffy chickens... and google concurs
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A decent quantity of effort seems to have gone in to programming the fountain at the islands southern entrance to dance to music. Impressive enough displays... just a shame the music wasn't. Two songs on the hour. Granted I only caught two shows but in both the first piece was some, presumably modern, monstrosity which ruined the entire thing. The second was more classical fare that worked far better.
On the way home before I found a street fair which had a theatre company doing something. It seemed a kind of supersize Punch and Judy... but with no hitting. The male character did seem to either choke on a string of sausages or throw up his intestines at one point though... not the remotest clue what was going on but the guy who was central to it all seemed to be well into his role even if he was periodically being given birth to...
For the evening it was Chez Gaetano. There had been previous conversation about the appropriate utensils for eating spaghetti and there was a definitive smirk as a spoon was placed in front of me (alongside a fork). Not wanting to be shown up and having chosen my evening wardrobe with the explicit aim of concealing and faux pas I set to work fork in hand.
I either made a passable effort, my host was too polite to say anything, or focus was, entirely understandably, diverted by the food, wine and conversation.
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