Budapest is a known backpacker favourite, a flame for just-graduated moths with little money, thirsty throats, and the desire to have a blast somewhere other than Italy, France, or England.
1785. Small, crafty, cowering, timorous little beast, O, what a panic is in your little breast! You need not start away so hasty With argumentative chatter! I would be loath to run and chase you, With murdering plough-staff. I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken Nature’s social union, And justifies that ill opinion Which makes […]Read more "“To a Mouse” by Robert Burns"