Day 11: In Which a Man Stands on a Bridge

This morning started with an adventure in produce-buying. I was too intimidated to do it before. I creeped on some lady to figure out how. Feeling confident, I put my bag o' tomatoes and put it on the weighing machine and looked through the pictures for tomatoes. They were not there. And some lady was waiting for me. I tried to get out of her way but she was really nice despite my being an awkward American who cannot speak the native tongue. She couldn't find the tomatoes either. Turns out, the tomato label was associated with a picture of a cucumber. Flail. This was also the case for oranges which had a picture of an apple. I feel that I cannot be held 100% responsible for my inability to buy produce. Also, Spar needs a better programmer.

This afternoon, I went to the Palace of Arts for a free concert. On my way, I encountered this fellow:

Man who looks like Teddy Roosevelt but is probably not Teddy Roosevelt on a bridge.

My first question about this statue was Is this a statue of a man or a statue of a man on a bridge? Upon attempting to cross the bridge, I concluded that is indeed a statue of a man on a bridge. Curious. Teddy, watcha doin' on that bridge?

Anyway, this is the inside of the Palace of Arts

This is the outside from the balcony. The blob in the middle there is a maze of sorts. I'm told no one knows why it's there.

I concluded my evening with dinner in a food court.

Observations for today:
Foodwise, Turkey is the Mexico of Hungary. Turkish fastfood is a big deal.
I should learn another language and then go to a place that doesn't speak that language. I should then find people in that place who speak that language. We will then become best friends.

Other things I learned:
In Hungarian, there is no language distinction between a boyfriend and a male friend (and, I assume the same for girlfriends). Apparently this is the source for some amount of confusion.

Also: I met a person who knows a person that I know. So I guess that's cool too.