“I AM SIGMUND SPIELBERG!!!” The obviously unemployable flaneur with umlaut eyes landed at my marble-topped table without a proper invite, brusquely pushing aside a Thonet...
After years away, our writer returns to find that Vienna has changed, but the city of old is not hard to find.
People ask why I named my daughter after Austria's capital city. The reason? A night at the Vienna Opera.
At Christmastime, home is where the heart is.