White clouds over white plaster cupids — it’s not just Viennese food that’s all meringue and whipped cream.
Not to mention the huge white ironed duvets and puffed-up down pillows (where I should now be sleeping)…
… the marble columns and statues and fetchingly draped caryatids (sculptured ladies who hold up buildings, both column and statue) …
and today, alas, falling from the sky, white flakes of snow just in time for Easter. Who ordered that?
Vienna is even so amazingly delightful.