'Hey!" an almost-naked man cheerily called to me.
"Um, hey, back at you," I couldn't help but giggle as I answered, waving with one hand, my camera in the other.
"You take my picture," he commanded in halting, Hungarian-accented English before a striking a Schwarzenegger-like Mr. Universe pose. Click. Click, click, click. Then, with once last slightly embarrassed glance, I rushed away quickly, both of us laughing and waving to one another.
The jokester was waist-deep in one of Budapest's medicinal baths. And, yes, he was wearing a bathing suit.
The Turks occupied Hungary in the 16th and 17th centuries, and with them they brought the now famous medicinal baths. Relics of the past, the baths are good for what ails you through hydrotherapy, aromatherapy and physiotherapy. Swimming pools are a rarity in Budapest, so the locals and tourists alike come to the beloved baths as a substitute.
In post-Communist Hungary, somehow it seems remarkable that it was only just over two decades ago in 1989 that the Iron Curtain, in a sense the ultimate of metaphors, came tumbling down.
That signaled the beginning of hope for Eastern Europeans, and in Hungary, where the first cracks in the curtain actually began with the removal of its fearsome border fences, cities like Budapest began their phoenix-like rise from the ashes of the Cold War.
With the end of communism came the beginning of tourism, and Budapest, nicknamed the "Paris of the East" for its eclectic collection of churches, outdoor cafes and music, began to open wide its arms to the world.