Scones in Another City: A Glorious Glutton’s Guide to Vienna (part 4)

And so we bid a final Auf Wiederschauen to Vienna. We’ve laughed. We’ve cried. We’ve clenched our bottom cheeks together in confined spaces after too much boiled beef and cabbage (that might just be me. Incidentally, when this happens whilst walking why does it insist on following you down the street like a sprouty miasma…