Leaving the beautiful church, we all walked along window wishing and looking at the lovely old buildings (some still riddled with bullet holes from the guns of World War II) including some from the sixteenth century. I found another souvenir picture for the travel wall in a tiny shop off the main street we had been strolling. Got an ice cream cone too and were instantly converted to Hungarian ice cream—delicious, served in small size spoonfuls, and quite inexpensive. Near the ice cream cone dealer is a particularly “holey” building which the government tried to renovate a few years ago. Surprising all the engineers, ancient ruins were found under the building and all around it so they had no choice but to call the rehab effort to a halt. Today, no one is quite sure what needs to be done and there is so little money to do anything.
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