As my brother deigned to visit Vienna again – he claimed after his last visit that he had seen everything the city and Austria had to offer – I suggested that he visited during the shoulder season, when Vienna becomes Viennese again. I use his ever more infrequent visits to firmly pooh-pooh his sweeping generalisations over the phone. With my wife off on a Projektwoche … Continue reading Where there’s Mist there’s Spaß, where there’s Spaß there’s Mist