Oct 20
Vienna was expensive. It felt like Zurich and like home. High fashion, high paced, business first, art second and then everything else. We saw lots of fancy chocolate shops and bought some Mozart balls, a special treat Austria has to celebrate their claim to fame in the composer.
At an open market, we picked up some fresh vegetables and dried fruits and talked with the vendors. Some exploring on foot led us to a bookstore called Shakespeare & Co, like the one I stayed at in Paris except it wasnt nearly as classic and the man working there was far from friendly, but I did find a new book. The rest of our time in Vienna was spent reading and chatting in different cafés. Austria is known for its coffee, but I drank fruit tea.
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Oct 17
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Oct 16
After filling the tank with petrol on Saturday, I paid the fifty cent toilet fee and gave a pursed lip nod to the uniformed man standing guard at the rotating gate. There was high traffic at this autobahn rest stop, but the chrome piping and white ceramic shined sterile.
I took the first stall. The knob and lock were unusually hefty stainless steel fixtures, the door was heavy and shut smooth with a thud. What a place, I thought! Well worth the fifty cents.
Having never met anyone whos contracted anything from a public toilet, Ive pretty much shook the fear of sitting directly on them, yet I still made a quick inspection for miss fires. The coast was clear, but I noticed a picture of a hand next to a red LED. Impulsively, I waved my fingers over the little graphic to see if I could get the light to do anything.
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