Picnic spot for the tummy and soul.
This French couple reminds me of my Aunt Frankie and Uncle Wade. Where as my aunt and uncle sends me off with butter beans, this French couple sends me off with a bag of just-picked cherries.
Who should appear in Castres? None other than the French-Three-Some I have been playing leap-frog for a week on the Camino.
Can you find the my provider of a much needed baguette when all the boulangeies were closed?
Bright moments for a rainy day.
The Romans may have known how to build to last; but , the French know how to cook with beauty and taste.
A day trip to the village of Szentendre on a rickety local train. Returning I took the city boat that weaves back and forth along the Danube for that magical moment when the bridge lights are lit. Within thirty-minutes Budapest is aglow in white lights.
I sat at a table in the Buda’s famous coffee house, Ruszwurm Curaszda, with an older Hungarian couple who have been having cakes here since childhood. The Linzer dessert was created here.
Do you love the New Year’s Day Vienna Philharmonic Symphony Concert? Venue Musikverein was sold out for their performance; but, for 5-euros a superb standing space was purchased with thirty rows separating me from the musicians…yes, this is Sacker Torte #2.
The Hotel Sacher Hotel where Australian Franz Sacher created the classic Sacher Torte for Prince Metternich in 1832.
The famed Cafe Central for delights.
Linda Scandore 