Budapest was an amazing city in 2015, filled with sun and crowds. The Doctor and Jenny walked hand-in-hand through the streets, studying the architecture. The trip to the 4th century had gotten Jenny interested in Eastern European history, and they'd taken a chronological tour, though they'd agreed to skip visiting the two world-wars in person and read up on them instead; the Doctor because he had no interest in getting tangled up in the events of either world war again, and Jenny because she knew she couldn't stand to see battles she couldn't join.
The Doctor grinned as his daughter pulled him through a gaggle of tourists. "Look, Father!" she called out, pointing, "There's the Millennium Monument!"
"And the art gallery!" The Doctor replied, pointing away to the right.
"Hey, the Mathias Church! Wow has it changed in a few centuries"
"Yup. We could barely get in the door during that king's coronation."
"Yeah. And I had to wear a dress. With a bloody bodice."
"Oh, Jenny, get over the dress."
They spent the day exploring, climbed Gellert Hill to stand in the Citedella and look out over the Danube, investigated the Castle District and strolled along the New Main Street, pointing sites out to one another. The Doctor grabbed Jenny's hand. "The Hungarian National Museum! Malto bene. Come on!"
He glanced at his daughter with a grin as he paid for their tickets. She rolled her eyes. She didn't think much of his interest in museums. "Why the hell do you want to look at dead artifacts?" she'd asked more than once, "We can see them alive." She didn't seem to understand that he was interested in how species showed reverence and interest for Time's passing, but she tolerated it.
They poked about the roman and the modern lapidary, then wandered upstairs to the first floor, where there was an exhibit labeled 'On the East-West Frontier' They looked over mannequins of people that the Doctor couldn't help but mention were dressed incorrectly for the time period they displayed, sculptures, remnants of the cultures and a very pretty facsimile of a period dwelling. Their eyes ran over pretty gold and bronze adornments, urns, pots, even a chariot.
The Doctor was happily studying the work on a bronze bowl, when a sense of something uncomfortable trickled across his mind. He glanced up, looking for his daughter. Spotting her bent form, he shrugged the feeling off, strolling over to her. "Anything interesting?"
Jenny looked up, and gave him a slight smile. But the enthusiasm seemed to have gone out of her for some reason. "Not really. I guess not."
The Doctor glanced into the display case, filled with ornaments and small figurines. They were labeled as grave goods. Nothing that interesting, the Doctor thought. Rows of little animal figurines. Little dogs and eagles, and almost twenty boring, placid little horses. The only interesting one was the little greenish bronze creature in the center; unlike its brethren, it had a hoof out to paw the air, and its head thrown back as if it was neighing. Very pretty little thing really.
Jenny turned away from the case. "Can we go now?"
"There's three more floors to the museum Jenny." The Doctor said distractedly, "Buck up!"
When the reply came, Jenny's voice was small and disconsolate. "Yes sir." The Doctor looked up, and studied her carefully. "Something up?"
Jenny shook her head, her eyes lowered. "Nothing really. Somebody…somebody walked over my grave, I guess. What do you want to see next?"
The Doctor took her hand. "We can see this another day. C'mon. You look a bit peaky."