A late‑August, early‑September week in Budapest feels like stepping into a city suspended between summer heat and the first hints of autumn — mornings beginning with soft light over the Danube, trams humming along the riverbanks, and the bridges glowing gold before the day fully wakes. Afternoons stretch lazily through shaded boulevards, thermal baths steaming gently even in warm weather, and cafés spilling onto sidewalks where locals and travellers linger over iced coffee or fröccs. As evening arrives, the city shifts again: Buda’s hills catching the last sun, Pest’s streets filling with music and conversation, and the Parliament shimmering across the water like a lantern. It’s a week shaped by slow walks, river breezes, and the feeling that Budapest is at its most generous just as summer begins to loosen its grip.