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We felt a special connection to Petőfi Sándor, a Hungarian poet and revolutionary, because of our similar names. There was a Petofi radio station in our hotel room.
A major street was named after him. After leaving the Great Market Hall and browsing our way along Váci utca, we crossed onto Petőfi Sándor utca. 
Some of the sights that we saw nearby included an old ornate shopping arcade and a group of motorcyclists advertising for Microsoft. 
Our favorite experience was at the head of Petőfi Sándor utca. We stopped for a treat at a communist era stand-up cafe. They were designed this way to discourage loitering or dissent. It was an adventure for us to figure out the process for ordering and paying -- especially since we don't speak Hungarian. After observing for a few minutes, we realized that we needed to specify what we wanted, pay the cashier, and then go back to the bakery counter to pick up our items. Each item was named but Hungarian is super difficult to pronounce. We ultimately found a scrap of paper in our bag, wrote down the names and showed them to the cashier. Triumph! 
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