We spend the morning on a stone bench on Latrán. Then we go to the square, where a reporter takes our picture. He later came for a visit while I was making lunch.
In the newspaper, I found something about a dance event at the castle. I ask where the Masquerade Hall is – we want to go there for the Hungarian dances. “A person feels so clever reading the newspaper,” I later tell the photographer on the square.
At 5pm, we find the “Hungarian” dance – I imagined an orchestra in folk costumes playing the csardas, but I can’t even begin to describe what they played. Simply terrible…
When we went to the square, there was a large gaggle of Chinese tourists. We couldn’t pass or even breath, it was so dense with people.
There’s so many hotels and pensions in town, no wonder there’s so few locals.