Eger

Church.

  
Town Center.

Castle.

 Returning to childhood via an unexpected playground.

PSYCHOSTORE: Go Fuck Yourself. Flawless branding.

Heading to the wine cellars.

(The first, also my favorite.)

The second. Pretty good, especially the old guys serenading us. Plus, castle front.

You have the right to remain wine. Any dust you gather can and will become part of the atmosphere.You have the right to a cork. If you cannot afford a cork, one will be provided for you.

J.P. could not seem to believe what he was seeing.

Werewolfin'.

Third cellar, and most I've ever felt like I was hanging out at Dracula's digs. Including the time I was (kind of) hanging out at Dracula's digs.

The long walk back to lucidity.

Good night moon. Good night Eger. Good night glowing yellow church!

This was a fairly accurate representation of the day I spent in Eger, give or take an overpriced accidental 2.5 hour lunch, a lot of time spent on the bus, and another THRILLING adventure upon the Budapest public transportation system. But all in all, a pretty good day.