Of course a seat reservation was required:
As was the requirement to stay in continuous touch with the civilization that is Budapest Főváros:
There were some great speakers:
The cultural attaché of Szombathely, (right).
The Irish ambassador looking like he had a hangover.
Our very perky and frisky, well-prepared Kálmán.
Speeches now by Kálmán AND his Uncle Fefe.
Then we had a PROPER lunch at 5pm as the speakers were a bit too distracted earlier on.
And Esther's froggies hung out on Joyce saying goodbye before we got the train home, writing cartoons* on our way, (*will be posted later!)