The Tale of the Spring Shower, The Coolest Loser Guy, and The Last Days of Moszkva Tér

The first day of my just-regained freedom was quite an adventurous and off hand one, wasn't it, Zsö? Early afternoon we set off to Múzeumok Majálisa, and took a few laps in National Museum. I had been in such high need of some culture and a couple of history lessons, it was most certainly worth going & taking a look around. Oh, and have I mentioned that amazing architecture? I am more amazed by the incredible and ever so beautiful architecture of Budapest each and every day. I mean how can you not admire it when we have such astonishing buildings as the National Museum? Have you taken a close look inside? I have no words to describe the grandness of it: the whole structure, those staircases, every little detail, the symmetricity, the murals and the paintings on the wall. Can't you just adore it? I must must must go back - well I should already have been there quite a few times since I have been hanging around that neck of the woods for ages - and take photos, lots and lots of them. (Such a shame I don't have a better camera, and that a photo-pass to the museum costs so darn much...)

Anyway, as we came out of the museum we were taken quite by surprise as it was raining cats and dogs while the sun was still shining. Weird, huh? I guess spring weather could not have gotten more typical. 

And we, being typical humans, when any kind of moisture starts falling off the sky, run as fast as we can - some even faster than Forrest Gump - to any place that can provide us with some sort of roof over our head. This is how all, or many, of the visitors of the Majális escaped to the top of the stairs and the entrance of the museum. It was pretty much like sardines in a tin can, very nice & comfy - NOT, rather steamy & sticky. In fact, I almost burst into that cheezy song titled No air...

...and than we waited and waited, and waited...

...and it still did not want to stop... 

 ...so eventually some people started to lose their patience...

...then got so bored that they fell asleep on their Daddy's shoulders. 

I, on the other hand, was quite busy playing with my camera and findig some fun details in the crowd. 

 

Thank god there are still some people enjoying rain!

Then, in the spur of the moment, we decided to go to a concert, to Petruska Andris's in Tilos az Á. But we rushed off to the place so fast that we forgot to think twice about where we were actually supposed to go... This is how we ended up in a totally wrong but really beautiful place. (Again, that architecture!)

... then, after reenecting that famous Bon Jovi video, we did make it to the concert on time, whoo-hoo! It was very homey and familiar, as there weren't more than 40-50 people in the audience. Nevertheless, it was pretty bloody superb. I mean that guy can really really sing & play the guitar & put on an entertaining one-man show. What a massive yet super-soothing voice, absolutely brilliant! And the really great/funny/interesting/weird thing about Petruska Andris is that he completely transforms once he is off-stage. Behind his guitar he is this confident, super-talented super-dooper singer/musician, but once he took his instrument off and got off the stage, all of a sudden he becomes this scrawny, insecure, wobbly loser guy. Still, he is the coolest and most talented loser guy I have ever known.

Upon our final stop, and to put the dot on the i, we took the last metro of the day and headed to Moszvka tér. Since it's being renamed, we wanted to pay our condolances and say our goodbyes to our beloved Moszkva tér. I still don't get it though: why-oh-why does it have to be renamed? To whom does it do any good? Whose pocket is all that money pouring into? Moszkva tér is not only a name, is not only a square, there is nothing communist about it. (I mean common, it's the name of a bloody city! If we really wanted to take revenge on all of our previous oppressors than we might as well demolish all of our Turkish baths and minarets too, aren't we? Common, it's the part of our history, deal with the damn thing!) 

Moszkva tér is an institution, it is a unique atmosphere, it is the title of a brilliant movie. Once it's named Széll Kálmán tér, nothing will be the same. And yes, I do know that it had been called Széll Kálmán before. But so much have changed since then. The square itself has changed so much since then. So what's the point then?

Anyway, we were sad to find that some signs were already changed...

...and there's a new sherif in town...

Still, there's plenty of Moszkva tér signs around (for another few days, at least). I could not stop taking a bunch of photos of them...

I wonder whether they will rename Moszkva tér Bisztró to Széll Kálmán Bisztró?

And what about this piece of art? 

That's one pretty address plate. Can I, please, please, please, have it as a suvenir? I must put my hands on a Moszkva tér sign & have my very own one on my wall. 

Say goodbye to Moszkva tér.

And say hello to Száll Kálmán tér. NOT!