December was a cold sunny month in Florence. I did not take many pictures, but the few I shot are mainly about sunsets from the EUI terrace. Then I went to Budapest for a few days and I took some other photos, almost all of which by night, in spite of the obvious limits of my camera. Perhaps this is what Budapest is all about. Still, to me the best of all these photos is the one about the unnamed dustman and the dancer. I took it in front of the National Theatre in Budapest in a freezing morning. Stop for a second and look at the contrast and the sadness. Sometimes I wish I had a better camera.