But baby it's cold outside
"It didn't mean *that* sixty years ago!" quoth my mother. Guffaws ensue.
But I digress.
Wednesday dawned crisp and clear and begging for supermarkets and Christmas markets.
No pictures of the supermarket, but after breakfast (of zimmels, butter, and strawberry jam; canned peaches, yogurt, and corn flakes!) we packed up and headed out. First a stop at St. Stephen's and then on to a wandering around Vienna followed by the markets themselves.
Nothing like hot spiced cider when it's chilly.
You'd never guess she spent her first three years in a place where it SNOWED!
The market at Karlsplaz
"It's like a Renaissance Faire!"
...cart before the horse, but whatever.
Too cold to walk home. We waited for the metro.
My poor Texas kids.
I cut the meat with scissors since the knives in this place are duller than a pancake turner but beef stew was a perfect way to end the night. And zimmels make everything even better.
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