A Church

A church, that is where I am headed. My limp doesn’t hold me back. I keep walking. The cafe’s are open. Locals sip coffee and juice and enjoy pastry while I wobble into an older section of Budapest. Yes, all is still clean. Then I ascend a long stairway into one of Budapest’s many grandiose churches. Church bells chime a familiar religious tune. I recall that Hungary is still a very Catholic country. The sun warms us all, locals and tourists alike. I keep walking hoping the exercise will heal my ailing foot.

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