thermal

Thermal baths always sounded to me something for the old generation. Maybe because of my childhood memories in Vidago. Maybe because of some old movie shot in some obscure thermal SPA with some obscure bodies trapped in some obscure argument. But even so, last Friday I've decided to go to the Gellert Spa in Budapest. There were many older people. But also young. All had a certain sensuality. An "egalitarian" sensuality of art deco surroundings in which non-perfect semi-naked bodies fitted nicely, emerging from light turquoise warm watered walls tiled up to the skylight. I wished I had a camera and people let me photograph them. It was, still is and will remain a lively and beautiful memory image in my head.