On the first picture there is the entrance into one of the Vienna metro stations. You just validate your ticket in the old-fashioned machine and you go. I find it incredible. Well, compared to the security system in the Paris metropolitan, where you have a tourniquet and a barrier, and people jump over it anyway, this is something!

I am not a big drinker. Actually, I am not far from being an abstinent, as I have a very little tolerance for the alcohol. When I am drinking, it makes me more nervous than relaxed, or rather: relaxed in the short term and grumpy afterwards. I am better off not drinking.
But but but, the previous week-end (sorry for the confusing information in my last post) I went to Vienna and … In the heat of the midday sun, we stopped at the harvest festival by the presidential palace, to buy a lunch. Just some bread and some cheese from the Austrian Alps, and one glass of fermented grape juice – called “federweisser”. Just 2 dl, but mamma mia, it was so strong then we felt completely drunk. Well, not completely, but we had some great laughs, and we shared some new perspectives on things that previously seemed to bother us.
I dare to say that thanks to the federweisser, Vienna took me on the path of fun and lightness through its pompous majesty.
We then stopped in the Belvedere garden for a little nap :) and a little watercolour sketch of the building.
When sober again, we went to see the really great exhibition on Gustave Klimt.


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It was a warm spring morning in the olive grove. The breeze was gentle, the air was fragrant, the time stood still. High grass, sprinkled with colourful small-headed flowers, was gently tickling my knees. Poppies were about to splash their intense red on the antic ruins. 'Look how beautiful it is all over', I whispered to the olive trees, 'a perfect time for a stroll.' I slipped my fingers into the open palms at the end of their branches and I took them for a walk. View all posts by atreewalker

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