All aboard the Shpics express for another trip to Budapest.
The route is once again a random one…The ever-fabulous Mrs Shpics is one of life’s great organisers, and usually when we’re heading to a new city, (or even one we haven’t been to for a while), she has a detailed schematic, precise to the second, of where we’re going, what we’re seeing, and when we’re seeing it…She has even been known to make his and her wardrobe notes for separate venues on proposed itineraries..(Amazing Creature!)….BUT, for some strange reason, on this particular trip, she was super-chilled, perfectly content to respond to an occasional shove, left or right, forwards or backwards, if I noticed something I might want to point a lens at, and otherwise happy to cluelessly amble around, open-mouthed and ever so slightly dribbly, in awe of the Budapestian splendour….I did have to make sure that large cups of steaming coffee, and family sized portions of sour cherry strudel, were administered at regular intervals, but other than that she was putty in my hands.
Incredibly beautiful, easy to manage, cheap to feed…..She was even happy to carry bits of equipment…
Male readers out there, I’m sorry, I really am…But you’ll never find the perfect wife/photographic assistant combination… I’ve got her, and I’ve had her chipped…(You can’t be too careful).
Anyway, as I was saying, our route was random…
If summat needed snappin’, I snapped it!
Some are film and some are digital, but lets be honest, who gives a shit?
All Images Copyright Stuart Allan Hyde