There was a market outside Cafe Gerbeaud with lots of yummy (slash handy) Hungarian wares. The man playing the flute didn't sound particularly good but I guess it's tough to hawk musical wares.
On the last day we went to Castle Hill to sightsee and tour the president's offices. The president was out but we did meet his secretary and we got to sit on the gilt chairs and take pictures on the presidential terrace. When I'm rich and famous I too will paper every room in a different color damask.
There's lots of tourist folk art and paprika stalls up by Buda Palace. I went to the new "real" Hungary (aka the giant mall by the train station) and was sad to discover that every store was American or English. How time (and global corporatism) does change.