Bathing Like An Ottoman
And: Physics and metaphysics, and the cheerful wickedness of Mickey Mouse
On Saturday morning I met a Hungarian friend at the Rudas Baths, perhaps the oldest of Budapest’s thermal baths. The octagonal pool at the center dates back to the 16th-century Turkish occupation. My Magyar buddy and I spent two and a half hours there, simmering amid all the other Magyars, and talking about war and the fate of th…
