Rosé at Buda Castle District
Life’s great poetic moments could never be captured in human language; like when the rain ceases momentarily and sunlight bursts out of the shuffling clouds with raging radiance and illuminates a scene your mind never even imagined. You are humbled. You are set free. You are reminded that no poetry you pen or utter will ever come close to the grand eloquence of the universe. This is divine poetry, and it is a gift to behold its beauty.
It is my first full weekend at home since mid-April and a great way to celebrate National Rose Day with a romantic reminiscing of my afternoon up in Budapest Castle: As the rain fell, I took refuge inside Matthias Church1 where I touched every wall I could touch to be physical and at one with such a historically significant structure in Hungarian history. For centuries, the church was used to crown Hungarian kings; it was a mosque for over 150 years when the Ottoman Turks took control of the region; and was once owned by the Franciscans and Jesuits. It remains to be an active Catholic Church with holy masses, weddings, and concerts; Interestingly, all three were happening during my visit. I witnessed preparations for the wedding, unfortunately, I had dinner plans and could not stay for the mass and concert that night.
Matthias Church exudes the traditional features of Gothic churches with its delicate turrets, ornate details, and spires; but it also defies convention, especially with its colored tile roofs. Inside, the play with colors continue, as the traditional pastel and gold leafed interiors of conventional churches are enriched with floor-to-ceiling combinations of warm lights, shadows and unconventional church colors, such as orange and brown. Stained glass windows, massive aches, century old wooden pews, and other remnants of medieval artistry and architectural details adorn this church.
It was a beautiful church; so rich in architectural detail and influence from various design genres (Gothic, Baroque, and even Moorish). When my personal exploration of the church ended, so did the rain, and I went up to the wine bar on top of the Fishermen’s Bastion and enjoyed a refreshing Hungarian rose. At that very moment, the sun brilliantly appeared and reminded me of the gift of that moment in Budapest and the gift of a lifetime filled with travel.