Macsimir Park

Since no one's been commenting I have no idea if I am being too verbose.  So.  I will take this as a sign to blather to my heart's content.  

Now that you know what the apartment is like and can see how to go out onto the street, if you turned left you would immediately come to this entryway which promises a cafe called Wire.  It was closed last night but we took a peek and sure enough, in the back of the courtyard there is a little cafe tucked away in the corner under a linden tree hugging the back of the building.  I'm thinking we might stop there tonight.  Here is a pic of the entrance from the street maybe two doors down from our place.

We decided to walk all the way to Macsimir Park since it's such a beautiful day.  This is the city's largest park and one where Nathanael and I waited for Adam two years ago while he was doing research at the university close by.  On the way I tried to take some interesting pictures.  Here's the national archive:

More interesting details that are literally on every building in various states of disrepair.  This one has not lost its looks.

Since we weren't on the main drag it was more difficult to find the big entryways I mentioned in the previous post.  They are  so...hmmm...curious because once you go inside them it's like being inside an enclosed little neighborhood.  You are insulated from the sound of the street traffic and within the heavy walls of a fortress.  Inside there might be shops, cafes, apartments, gardens.  It really depends.  It is fascinating how life is lived so differently here purely on the basis of physical layout and aesthetics.  Anyway, below is an entryway that I only saw from the street.  I just liked the light inside.

We eventually made it to the park and to the same little cafe where N did his homework while we waited for A.  That time the grated cheese was rancid and I had to do a pantomime to send it back and get a new one.  This time the waiter was surprised that Adsy didn know the word for cucumber and pantomimed a long vegetable being cut up when we asked what a certain salad on the menu contained.  I love this cafe at the entrance to the park.  It's over 100 years old.  What's taking it so long for this idea to make its way across the Atlantic?

We walked a little ways in and passed a lake with lots of turtles and ducks.

Too tired to walk home we jumped on the next tram.

I am now on the same couch as Adsy was yesterday with my feet up finishing up this post and seriously contemplating a short nap.