Georg and I went out for a late Sunday afternoon walk last week, and ended up going downtown and getting ice cream. I got the Maroni (chestnut), walnut, and yogurt flavors, which all pleased me greatly. Afterwards, we meandered around and tried to keep the melting ice cream from running all over the place. It really is a challenge.
Here's my lame pic I took myself of me eating ice cream. The ice cream looked much more magnificent immediately after I got it, those colorful piles of dense creaminess, but I couldn't manage to get my ice cream under control enough to use my camera until it was almost gone.
Not sure what this street was called, but it had a pretty Art Nouveau bridge running across it.
I wasn't going to take a picture of this, but then I thought, why not?
This is from the top of the previously mentioned bridge. I'm guessing the W stands for Wien.
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