When qualities meet
Hotel Gellért is built on top of a thermal spring known and loved since Roman times. The hotel was opened in 1918 after a few years of delay due to World War I, although we, who live in the Hungarian capital, feel that the hotel is so much a part of the city, that it has surely always been a part of it, and always will be. The beautiful Art Nouveau health resort and hotel was the first of its kind to be built in the heart of a city.
**After 1945, at first the elegant hotel near the Buda Castle was the favorite place of expatriates visiting their home country, then they started to spread the good news worldwide that “the Gellért is the same old Gellért”, and others also began to go there. Its rooms, spa, drink bar, restaurant and café had a unique charm compared to the tight and rather shabby outside world, offering a dream world, where the body and the spirit could relax and soar. During the time of a visitor’s stay, the Gellért offered a special, unique way of living, and it continues to do so to the present day.
From the ‘60s the members of the Müller family who regularly visited their home country stayed at the Hotel Gellért. They loved the place and felt at home there, a feeling of cozy familiarity that accompanied Judith, who loved tradition, until her death. She would have liked to stay at the Gellért permanently, not just from time to time, but life didn’t allow it for her. Judith always felt at home at the café, and the things that caused her pain became less painful, while the good things turned even better. The conversations at her table were always the most heartfelt. There were quick rotations at her table (as we say nowadays); she gave advice to her friends or dreamed about new scents. Among other things, she drew up plans for the world-famous Hungarian scent, Hungarian Rhapsody, at her usual table at the Gellért café. She saw her friends there, and committed little “crimes”, eating cakes and pastries. The Gellért café was her salon.
Judith always remained faithful to her beloved hotel and the feeling that its walls reflect. She was not interested in whether the Gellért is a fashionable place or not, whether it is up or down, when qualities meet, they don’t ask each other how to go on. They are simply happy to have met.
When qualities meet
Hotel Gellért is built on top of a thermal spring known and loved since Roman times. The hotel was opened in 1918 after a few years of delay due to World War I, although we, who live in the Hungarian capital, feel that the hotel is so much a part of the city, that it has surely always been a part of it, and always will be. The beautiful Art Nouveau health resort and hotel was the first of its kind to be built in the heart of a city.
**After 1945, at first the elegant hotel near the Buda Castle was the favorite place of expatriates visiting their home country, then they started to spread the good news worldwide that “the Gellért is the same old Gellért”, and others also began to go there. Its rooms, spa, drink bar, restaurant and café had a unique charm compared to the tight and rather shabby outside world, offering a dream world, where the body and the spirit could relax and soar. During the time of a visitor’s stay, the Gellért offered a special, unique way of living, and it continues to do so to the present day.
From the ‘60s the members of the Müller family who regularly visited their home country stayed at the Hotel Gellért. They loved the place and felt at home there, a feeling of cozy familiarity that accompanied Judith, who loved tradition, until her death. She would have liked to stay at the Gellért permanently, not just from time to time, but life didn’t allow it for her. Judith always felt at home at the café, and the things that caused her pain became less painful, while the good things turned even better. The conversations at her table were always the most heartfelt. There were quick rotations at her table (as we say nowadays); she gave advice to her friends or dreamed about new scents. Among other things, she drew up plans for the world-famous Hungarian scent, Hungarian Rhapsody, at her usual table at the Gellért café. She saw her friends there, and committed little “crimes”, eating cakes and pastries. The Gellért café was her salon.
Judith always remained faithful to her beloved hotel and the feeling that its walls reflect. She was not interested in whether the Gellért is a fashionable place or not, whether it is up or down, when qualities meet, they don’t ask each other how to go on. They are simply happy to have met.