Our last day in Vienna began with what I think was an emergency services call in the middle of the night on my cell to see if I was fine. Hardly awake, my German is poor at the best of … Continue reading
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City of dreams (Freud) – art of the possible
Our day in Vienna actually began last night with a concert. Now I was very much looking forward to this but considered it an equal risk as taking Isabella to the Messiah. A beautiful drive on the ring road, everything … Continue reading