City Hall

Beautiful building and the courtyard and statue out the front are lively. Well worth visiting.

Not really a tourist destination, but well worth a visit. Through the arch, and smile and nod to the security man. Inside is a lovely litttle garden. Very authentic part of town, for the locals.

I nice townhall finally with working fountains. Unfortunately it seems there is no money for external repairs. From outside looks the building was not repired from the 70-ties there are loads of damages ...would be good for war filmings. It is really good that the wooden shelter was removed from the Szécsényi squere, this way the whole place got back its neat glory.

The Esztergom City Hall, now known as the Mayor's Office, is a wonderful patinated building! Let’s not get stuck (and out) now with the slightly shabby exteriors, but indulge in the beauty of an imposing thousand-faced building that thins this mate. The town hall had to wait for the Turks to cover up so that our father, Blind Bottyán Vagabond, could take himself into the walls of the then marketplace building, and then his name would seep into the building like the nectar of the pragmatic Kurucz leader’s neighboring brewery into the throat of thirsty people. For our Blind Botty was a skilful man, and he turned his faith in his lord and his wife from a destitute Protestant nobleman to a Catholic stone-rich through the wealth of his first wife, and then at the age of sixty-one his 20-year-old second wife rested but let us not be unjust, for the fate did not come in the lap of the young macaw, but in the battlefields of Tarnaörs). But going back to the City Hall building - as our leader Bottyán rested in this building between two Turkish battles - it can be said that our leader Blind Bond has become the most wealthy labanc of the city with royal privileges. They also hated it properly for the privileges of the citizens of Esztergom. To then become the City Hall shortly after the receipt of his house and his old age headquarters in 1723 and to retain this title to this day, what a building uniquely does for so long in this homeland. And why the building has a thousand faces? Because he will show you as many beautiful faces as you look from, from the side, staring, lurking, examining and skubizing. On the south side is the clock tower, which can be attributed to the fire of 1770 and the donation of Maria Theresa. So then, on a hot August afternoon, it’s blazing, so you can sneak under the skirt of your 11 arcades during the day and think about the arched bends of the legs in the foothouse. To put your head out in the middle of it and look at the sky, but at least on the main façade through the striped, stone-railed, wavy-curved balcony. But then pull your head back and stumble into the courtyard of the building, where again just another world awaits, like a sculpture garden in the middle of the botanical garden. Then go out to the vaulted gate to cut through the flower gardens surrounding the ice-cold pools of fountains shooting high on both sides, next to the statue of the Trinity, to look back and take another look at the building and square.

It is unfortunate that the city, which has seen more beautiful days in the past, is in such a dilapidated state. It’s as if you don’t own anything, even though the beautiful, patinated, old buildings deserve care, but the local people may not if you leave the houses to this. There is a building where the undercutting is almost a monument, not just the house itself! Well, this condition is a shame please!