Posted on February 2, 2020
Thanks to Viveka for the Capital challenge.
There was MB, wandering around the streets of Budapest, when he happened across an Irish pub.
To enter or not; that was the question.
There are not many cities, capital or otherwise, that are not hosts to one or more Irish pubs. MB remembers spending some time in Berlin a few short years after the wall came down and the city was an ocean of tower cranes as the old went down and the new went up. The city was awash at that time with Irish and UK construction workers, chasing the high salaries that comes with large scale construction activity and scarce human resources.
And when said resources landed in town, the immediate port of call was the Oscar Wilde or the Molly Malone or the James Joyce or some other Irish pub, to make contact with the Irish network. MB saw the same in his days in other abodes. When one seeks ‘working construction’ the Irish Pub is the employment agency of choice for those in the know.
Shot from MB’s wanderings in Budapest: