Sunday, April 1, 2012

Otthon


A BUDAPEST DRAWING ROOM

We walk the dignified streets of Budapest, impressive and imperial in their old world order, and we wonder what lies within these imposing buildings of classical lines and grandeur. Most visitors here have no idea.

Denizens emerge from the noble portals and make their way outward, into this city of high culture, about the revealed and the withheld. But from what world within this world do they come and to where do they return once all their urban needs are seen to of an afternoon?

 Perhaps to a context befitting this refined city, this surely, but what in the world would it be?

And so these questions remain unanswered as we proceed along these unfamiliar streets whose rows of blooming fruit trees in spring remind us of something, but of what? Do we ever know for sure, do we ever truly see?

10 comments:

Jane and Lance Hattatt said...

Hello:
What a truly beguiling post this is.

How beautifully your words capture the feeling of 'fin de siecle' which is so redolent in this city of peeling stucco and faded grandeur. And also, you hint at the intrigue of not knowing what lies behind closed doors. Since, when one is afforded a glimpse beyond them, one does, so often, happen upon all manner of delicious delights.

Lovely! Thank you so much for sharing.

Paul Gervais de Bédée said...

Dear Lance and Jane Hattatt, how kind of you to take such a favorable interest in something which is so close to home to you. I suppose I should have introduced you to the owners of these fine rooms but in the haste and distraction of a selfish traveler it all slipped by me, alas. Forgive me, please, but maybe next time we can make that illusive connection!

columnist said...

I had to Google otthon, so now I know!

Paul Gervais de Bédée said...

Happy to keep you on your linguistic toes, dear Columnist.

columnist said...

I detect a little hoax here, (all in the good name of April Fool's), I presume. Do I win a prize? I've left a similarly phrased message on a blog to which I frequently tilt my hat at, so to speak.

Paul Gervais de Bédée said...

At last, I'd thought it was lost on all ...

Paul Gervais de Bédée said...

But there is no hoax, please understand, we were indeed chez Hattatt for a few wonderful days, all this with pukka intentions.

columnist said...

I just have an overactive imagination, and I assumed you had both colluded and contrived an April Fool's joke. Anyway, interesting to see your photos of their otthon.

"Hoax" was perhaps the wrong word...

A Super Dilettante said...

Hello Paul Gervais de Bédée,

I'm utterly enchanted by your posts. I hope to become your follower so that I will not be missing out your beautiful outings in the most exquisite parts of the world.

The place you went to visit in this post is incredibly beautiful. It is a marvellously restraint kind of beauty and elegance which makes me think of paintings by the British artist, Ben Nicholson. Oh how I love those pale creamy white walls (they are like fleecy clouds arranged by the heavenly angels) accentuated by richer touches of colourful scattered cushions, old cabinet of curiosities and Aubusson's carpet. One feels as if one is in completely different rhythms when one is looking at your beautiful photographs. One feels nourished but not fuelled by a hurried and distracted life from the world outside.

This is a deeply soothing and refined place which reminded me the story when Ben Nicholson went to visit the artist, Mondrian's house - it was, he wrote, like entering "one of those hermit's cave where lions used to go to have thorns taken out of their paws".

Thank you so much for sharing your most delightful journey with us.

Best wishes, ASD(A Super Dilettante)

Joseph the Butler said...

Okay, I'm not so swift on the fool's joke and I'm further confused by the bar in this room. But I've loved catching up on your posts--Buda Pest looks amazing.