Vienna has become a second home to me and I am comfortable roaming around alone in the wee hours of the morning. This night I had stumbled out of a nightclub (some kids never grow up) and was passing by the Christmas market in front of the Rathaus, a touristy one selling a lot of fragile Christmas tree decorations, so not up my alley, but I was still smitten by the grandness at night, even with the lights off... and the pretty Christmas tree across the shiny, empty street seemed to reflect the blurry warmth I was feeling.
The excuse for a November trip:
En route to The Wavy House (Hundertwasser).
In the plaza between Adam's two houses hang a dozen saint nicks from a tree. It is also just outside a family restaurant with the best schnitzel imaginable, which I like to accompany with tankards of cold beer so that my world becomes an abstract of its former self.