Last Friday (before my phone died) was a Fulbright trip to two small towns near Budapest.

The bulk of the O’csa trip was to see a church with some interesting architecture. It’s now a Reformed church, but was built as a Catholic one and was in between a mosque, with stones from the church used as whetstones for the swords and knives (with the w and k pronounced) of the Turks:

There were two religious factions involved in building the church, too: one wanted the fancy, modern style; one wanted the traditional one. They couldn’t quite agree on the columns:

If such religious squabbles seem silly, note that at least they cared whether what they believed was true; no “wow, if that works for you, that’s great”s from them. (If the whole religions seem silly to you, you’re right.)

Also, being a small town under the influence of religion and with no divine protection against the impending invasions, they had to cut some corners, like the ceiling, which had to be just wood,

and the length of the church, which ended up 10 meters shorter than planned (and than the already-placed foundation).

In Gödölő, we toured Grassalkovich palace, where a lot of EU meetings were held last year when Hungary held the EU’s rotating presidency, and where several Habsburg emperors and empresses spent a lot of time. We weren’t allowed to take pictures, which I’m not sure whether was to preserve the murals against camera flashes (so, when I accidentally started to take a picture once, I simultaneously jerked it back and tried to cover the flash bulb) or because they’d’ve charged for it (so I deleted the picture I accidentally got).