Approaching the Valley of Arts under a raincloud-covered sky, on the road meandering among tiny villages, you don’t fully know what to expect, but you feel that something is going to be completely different here. A brook running by the old cottages, little handmade rafts, and a guitar-strumming busker sitting in front of a dirt-floored farmhouse with a “luck pot” of unknown function. Strangers who, for a week, come home. We took a look around the Valley to see what it’s like when it is turned upside down with art.

The Káli triangle from Aszófő, where Csöpi Ötvös got his tyre shot, to the hay bales of Kapolcs

Innovation popping up in the idyllic village milieu

Three villages loud with blasting tunes

And a clearing by a cornfield full of strange wooden structures

The weather is so messed up that it’s hard to decide why you need an umbrella

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