An imposing city, especially rich in both its history and its architecture. It's a city whose inhabitants suffered terribly over the years: during the Second World War in particular – from the British, Americans, Nazis and Russians, each in turn. Many of the buildings display bullet holes in their stone walls from this period, each a monument in itself to the violence it endured.
But the one thing I will always remember Budapest for is the Shoes on the Danube memorial. At the edge of the Danube, it's a construction of sixty pairs of shoes, made out of iron, dedicated to the memory of Jews killed by Fascists; the Jews were ordered to remove their shoes before being shot and thrown into the river. I found it difficult to photograph: firstly because I knew I could never do this subject anything like the justice it deserved, and secondly because I had difficulty seeing through the viewfinder because I was crying.