Same people. Same place. Same century. But an eight year difference. It seems my skin has weathered a bit since 2004. And I have a little more to spare around my middle – although the string bag pulling on my jumper probably doesn’t help. I guess this is the phenomenon known as ‘ageing’. And it appears that I am not, very sadly, immune. Mr Lenin is taking the years in his stride just fine, however. Mrs P wants us to go back to Budapest. We’ve pencilled in 2020. So maybe I’ll have a third photo to add to this pair in another eight years time. If the size of the image below is a little small, by the by, then clicking on it will take you the original on Flickr, with all sorts of size options available.