Gyor was the Celtic city of Arrabona when it fell to the Romans. Three rivers meet here, a historically strategic position in the Carpathian plains. Looking at a map you can see all of the old roads radiating out from the city. The town has been fought over and occupied by practically everyone. The Celts, Romans, Magyars, Turks, Habsburgs. Napoleon’s troops retreating from Russia blew up the remaining bits of the fortifications.

I love the rolling sound of the name of the region: Northern Transdanubia.

There is a nice, not too large and not too prosperous pedestrian only old town. With a variety of buildings dating over the past thousand years.

We journeyed to visit a working Benedictine Abbey that has occupied a high point of ground for those thousand years. A stopover point in the first crusade. Now a UNESCO world heritage site.

The 400,000 volume library was remarkable, but the Basilica newly renovated.

Back in Gyor on a rainy Sunday we visited churches in the old town and I photographed their surprisingly dis-similar interiors.

This is our last day in Hungary. We take the train up to Vienna Austria tomorrow.