I'm back from Vienna. I would have stayed indefinitely, except that I think that one more day without a vegetable in my diet might have killed me. The Austrians should be proud of their stately, elegant architecture and their fine taste in painting, botany, music and sculpture. They should not, however, be proud of their concept of a salad, which is still stuck on two variants: potatoes done to death by vinegar, and a single slice of tomato atop a slightly wilted lettuce leaf.
I've promised myself that I will make time this week to go through my photos from Berlin and Vienna and blog them properly. For the moment, here is a picture of the bloke on the cleanest train in the world, connecting the airport to the city center. Seriously, you could have served a salad bar on the floor. You'd have to import your vegetables, though.