Bench after Rain, Budapest
This photograph was taken on a trip to Budapest, a city full of my families roots and stories. From the first moment I visited Budapest ages 10 I knew it was, in some strange way, my home, despite the fact that I had never lived there and could neither read nor speak the language. That feeling has only grown.
This photograph has long been one of my favourites from my archive. Despite the wet I find myself wanting to sit on the bench.
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(Note: Every Thursday I share a photograph from my archives, along with a few words about the image. I hope you enjoy them.)