Getting Lost in Sopron Part 1

"Imagine every day to be the last of a life surrounded with hopes, cares, anger and fear.  The hours that come unexpectedly will be much the more grateful."- Horace

Deb and I have followed, for the most part, the same directions into the city that we found on our first day here with the GPS.  Afraid to get lost, we didn't alter our course.

Until now.

 I thought, which is sometimes a concern, we could find the famous Gothic Church, Szent Mihaly (St. Michael's) taking a different route to see new things?

Definitely we saw different neighbourhoods.  Neat buildings.  People enjoying their regular day.  

But, indeed, we got lost.

Here is our journey.

Passing this statue each day on 'our hill' we are still unable to figure out what this green space area is called.  Appears to be a park with trails just up the hill from the busy city centre.

Trying to take our little dog back to where she belongs.  She found a scent and took off....I have to believe for home.

This tree, just outside a lovely park, is enormous.  It reminds us of trees we saw when visiting California.

As we started our day, the view of the foggy morning.  It remained misty all day.  Never bothers us.

Of no historic significance, except to the families who own these neat homes, I have taken pictures to show how different they are from our architecture.

This sign is very clear.  You can park on the street but part of your car needs to be on the curb?

At the end of the street, where I believe we need to turn left is an urban green space with a sole statue that I was curious to investigate.

The translation on the stone identify's this man as Francis II Rakoczi.  He was born March 27th, 1676.

An Hungarian aristocrat, he became the Leader of the Hungarian uprising against the Habsburgs.  He remains a Hungarian national hero whose memory still lives on.

In fact, it is his face on the $500. forint bill.

A temple type building on a quiet back street across from a bakery?  A pleasant surprise when you are wandering the neighbourhoods.

'Pekseg' means bakery in Hungarian.  There are bakeries on every street.  Not just for bread and rolls, but delicious mini cakes called 'mignon.'  We notice people take out the pastries on Saturdays and Sundays.  Maybe presented as a hostess gift?

On the hunt for the church?  Are we there yet? 

Enjoying the journey. 

To be continued.....