Hungary

Beautiful home, upon thy wide-spread plain
Expands a waving field of golden grain,
Whereon the mirage plays, O country dear,
Knowest thou still, thy son, now pining here?

Sándor Petőfi At Home (Hazámban), translated by William N. Loew in Gems from Petőfi and Other Hungarian Poets (1881)

My Instagram posts about this destination

A yellow Budapest tram passes the Hungarian Parliament Building on a clear winter morning.The ornate gilded interior of New York Café in Budapest, seen from an upper gallery.Olga stands in the indoor pool at Four Seasons Gresham Palace Budapest beneath sloping glass windows.