And so we bid a final Auf Wiederschauen to Vienna. We’ve laughed. We’ve cried. We’ve clenched our bottom cheeks together in confined spaces after too much boiled beef and cabbage (that might just be me. Incidentally, when this happens whilst walking why does it insist on following you down the street like a sprouty miasma…
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Scones in Another City: A Glorious Glutton’s Guide to Vienna (part 3)
This is a palace. I forget which one. It was big and people kept standing in the middle of the road to take pictures of it. This seemed to annoy the horses ferrying tourists through the city, who made their indifference clear by naying loudly and depositing themselves in great piles across the cobbles. I…
Scones in Another City: A Glorious Glutton’s Guide to Salzburg
If you are anything like me you will have become aware of Salzburg due to its association with one of the most famous and most head-poundingly awful movies ever committed to celluloid. Now, as this is not a blog about movies and I’m trying to keep swearing to a minimum in these posts, all I…
Scones in Another City: A Glorious Glutton’s Guide to Bratislava
A one hour journey by train from Vienna stands the Slovakian capital on the banks of the Blue Danube. Actually, on the day I visited it was far from blue. If anything is was ditchwater colored, but Strauss jr. wasn’t in the market for factual accuracy, and his music wouldn’t be nearly as celebrated if his…
Scones in Another City: A Glorious Glutton’s Guide to Vienna (part 2)
You always know that you have eaten too much when you have to upload your gorging in installments. I consider this to be an achievement and a sure sign that my travels have been nothing short of magnificent (bad weather and rip-off currency exchanges aside). And so we return to Vienna for more of their…
Scones in Another City: A Glorious Glutton’s Guide to Vienna (part 1)
Hello fan. This is Vienna calling. No, not the less successful follow-up to Falco’s ‘Rock me Amadeus’, nor is this a reference to the yearly embarrassment that is The Eurovision Snore Contest, a competition in which we Brits recently pulled off the marvelous trick of not only coming last, but actually coming even more last…
Scones In The City 