I had been in Budapest for less than an hour when I began to wish for a time in an implausible future when I could go there for a month or two and just write. Travel often evokes creativity and inspiration. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing profound in that statement. However, once in a while I will stumble across a place that seems to be dripping with intrigue and magic. Budapest is a city completely infused with art and imagination.There seem to be stories tucked away in the hidden corners of the city. The day and a half I spent there on the way back from Romania has continued to stir the storytelling imagination over six months later. So since it’s Monday, and I’m feeling a bit uninspired, I’m taking a look back at this beautiful city full of unwritten stories.