If I'm perfectly honest, one of the things I enjoyed most about Budapest was that anything and everything was painted yellow. It seemed as though nothing could escape the reach of the exact same shade of sunshine-yellow paint. Naturally, I thought this was absolutely amazing - which resulted in Ben listening to an almost constant stream of complaint over Sydney's general lack of pastel-hued buildings.
This particular yellow building was Széchenyi - one of the many traditional Turkish bath-houses in Budapest, which were perfect for escaping the city's heat. Said heat has also left me resorting to my Birkenstocks at an increasingly alarming rate, and exposing more and more of my midriff by knotting my tops at the front (this post in Paris marked the start of the knotted-top habit). I think the freezing cold temperatures in America may have zapped all of the Australian heat-resistance out of me, as a mere 30 degrees seems overwhelming at the moment. It's definitely something I'll have to sort out before my next Australian summer.