Last port of call was a bit bad, but the time before it, in Hungarian Transylvania, was very interesting. The Kruschevka housing was a bit dispiriting, but the theatre was there, and the coffee, and some (centuries-old) academic/urban energy to the place. This constant flitting is wearying. It seems as soon as my system finds the rhythm of the coffeehouse reading, and groks the local theatre, it's north/south/east/westward ho. This is another reason why coffeehouse chains are a good thing. Even when places turn them into their own sort of thing, e.g., drive-through milkshake caffeinated milkshake stores in the American Midwest. "I Have Been Here Before."(J.B. Priestley)
