Over the course of the holiday, as we'd walk from one part of the city to another, the amount of ongoing activity made my head spin. An air race over the Danube, multiple fly-overs of military planes, acrobatic planes, acrobatic helicopters, dancers dancing the dances from the era of St. Istvan, reenactments of the crafts of the era, the bakers guild taking up a block selling and baking various breads...
We went home for a break during the hottest part of the day, and when we returned the dancers were still stomping, the bakers were still baking, and the planes were still tumbling. We had dinners of grilled meats and as afternoon turned into evening and the dancers were going back up onto the stage for more, the groaning of yet another or plane still tumbled through the sky behind Parliament, there were more and more people sprawling on the lawns among the flower beds. The amount and endurance of the constant activity was impressive.
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