An exhibit devoted to Franz Liszt, perhaps the most famous Hungarian (the airport is named after him), at the National Museum. I prided myself that I could come up with two other famous Hungarians: Hercule Poirot and Keyser Soze, neither of whom are real people, or as I would read later, even Hungarian.
As I wandered through the rest of the museum, it was just bad times for much of Hungary's history. They were always in a tough spot geopolitically. Mongols, Ottomans, Hapsburgs, and whoever else were always on the doorstep waiting for Hungary to go to sleep so they could invade and slaughter everybody. It's basically 1,000 years of war, then Soviet occupation and communism after World War II. No wonder it was at times tough to find smiles on the streets of Budapest.