Living like kings

So I know I shouldn't mention a Russia author when talking about Budapest but everything we did made me think of what life would have been like in a Tolstoy novel. I drank only Champagne (or Hungarian sparkling wine), we went to the opera, had coffee and desert in beautiful tea houses, went to the public baths, got massages, had caviar and crazy dinners accompanied by violins, cellos and basses playing Chostakovitch.