A photographic portrait of my favorite place in Vienna. Where I plotted and planned and polished off two Cesar Aira books, an inbox of emails, a healthy number of kleiner and grosser mochas, a good amount of cake, and other noshes of equally high merit. My last evening was spent sitting outside eating a sandwich with a fried egg on top with the other beer, wine and spritz drinkers in the last light and brisk wind and the end of a long hot day.

Le café des rêves | 2013 | Travel | Tags: | Comments (0)

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