night

I like walking through Vienna at night.
When all people, all tourists and all horses are sleeping.
It has the touch of distant middle age.
Not cheesy like in Woody Allen––but still cheesy.

It’s like this short trip to the past.
When you walk the streets you see all these impressive buildings.
You know that the Kaiser Franz and his Sissi are around the corner.
It’s nice.
It’s home.