A delicious fig-prosciutto-mozzarella appetizer that Florian's roommate Michal prepared.
Savory strudel with cabbage and rye, also prepared by Michal.
Parliament building.
The town hall.
I became friends with this street performer, who told me how he came to play a statue of Mozart.
The actual Mozart statue.
What.
The interior of St. Stephen's church.
Inside Mozarthaus, where Mozart lived for a few years before his death.
Even the street signs and graffiti is fancy in Vienna.
The door of an artist's studio--she had asked the grafitti artist for this image.
Inside the studio of Renate Lohrmann (http://www.renatelohrmann.com/). I saw this scene (grapes and wine in front of the most spectacular paintings ever) around 5pm on a Monday afternoon and had to walk in.
At Donau, a very cool-looking bar.
I introduced Kate to Mozart.
Tourism arms.
Wondering how long it will last.
My first wienerschnitzel: I'm so afraid.
Kate is more brave about her fried cheese.
Kate teaches me about the European way of life.
A gentlemanly bystander commented that the critical flaw in this series of photos is that the statues had larger breasts...
Belvedere palace.
Holy shit! A palace!
Kate's tour guide audition photo.
The night we cooked for our hosts.
After a fruitless hour-long search for the Hungerkunstler beisl, famous for its cheesy noodles, we found a cafe and finally convinced them to serve us "brot mit kaiser" (bread and cheese).
Schoenbrunn palace.
The cutest cafe ever by Schoenbrunn palace. The theme: "beachy pink" in an American/French style.
More evidence of the "beachy pink" theme.
The "who should sit here" icons were great.
At the Pratersauna, a club in a former sauna.
Florian: I captured the night perfectly.
Kate's education on the "I <3" meme: "Kate, Europeans don't do that!"
Florian has been practicing his photo booth face.
