This iconic suspension bridge connects Buda and Pest, and crossing it on foot during the evening commute is a workout in dodging cyclists, scooters, and tourists who stop dead in the middle to take yet another photo. But do it anyway. The lions at each end are scarred from a 19th-century joke about them having no tongues (they do, in fact, have tiny, hidden tongues). The view of the castle and the river at dusk? Absolute magic. Just wear thick shoes and an attitude of survival.
So there you have it: ten reasons to pack your bag and head to Budapest. You’ll eat too much, walk too far, and probably float in a bath with a stranger named László. Embrace it. And if you see a man in a speedo playing chess, just nod respectfully. He’s the king of this town.
