draculabramstoker

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on 1st May, arriving at

Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an

hour late. Buda-Pesth seems a wonderful place, from the glimpse which I

got of it from the train and the little I could walk through the

streets. I feared to go very far from the station, as we had arrived

late and would start as near the correct time as possible. The

impression I had was that we were leaving the West and entering the

East; the most western of splendid bridges over the Danube, which is

here of noble width and depth, took us among the traditions of Turkish

rule.