The night train to Vienna
Fourteen hours, one couchette, a paper bag of pastries and the slow pleasure of waking up in another country.
4 posts tagged “cities”.
Fourteen hours, one couchette, a paper bag of pastries and the slow pleasure of waking up in another country.
Hot chocolate, smoke from the grills and the long, happy confusion of trying to eat everything in one market before noon.
Seven hills, worn limestone pavements, custard tarts as fuel and a city that rewards every climb with a view.
Autumn maples, empty temple paths at sunrise, and the case for setting an alarm on holiday.