Hello, Friend.

I just got back from a wonderful long weekend in Budapest and... unfortunately, I also brought home laryngitis and pharyngitis. Feeling a little miserable, a little tired, and very much in need of Earl Grey, I thought I'd write you this short note instead.

I wanted to send you a postcard from my journey. I picked this one especially for you, and I hope you'll enjoy this tiny piece of Budapest.

Hello from Budapest!

I'm writing this from a city full of beautiful buildings, trams, good coffee, and far more sunshine than I expected. Between all the excitement of Formula 1 (Go Cadillac!), I still managed to steal quiet moments with a book (or two), a cup of tea, and simply looking around.

I hope, wherever you're reading this, you've found a little moment of peace today too.

— Jules

P.S.

More about the Formula 1 weekend will find its way into the August letter, but your resident bookish gremlin couldn't resist sharing one small victory: over those few days at the Hungaroring, I somehow managed to finish two books.

831 pages.

Not a bad reading weekend, if you ask me.