Still in Vienna, I lurk on a gentleman drinking a beer.
Kevin and Zsolt were sampling the namesake food item in Vienna, The Wiener, or Vienna Sausage.
Back in Budapest night had clearly fallen.
The only light was from inside busses where the denizens were captive to my shooting.
It was nearly too dark to shoot, even the fairest of street walkers were cloaked in the pervasive lack of color.
Morning a new day, and new things hapening to see.
The air was quite crispy this morning, and the breath from inside comes into sight with each exhale.
On the way to work at the Ernst.
"We've put more effort into helping folks reach old age than into helping them enjoy it." –Frank Howard Clark