And lucky we are to have good friends in Vienna, and doubly lucky to have them positioned between the city centre and the Wienerwald. We spent the long weekend flitting from Heuriger to chic cafe to Wittgenstein's house, where Sasha seized a window-lock with vigor. On the long train ride back the Czech dining car kept us entertained; how incongruous to stumble down the corridor and glimpse small potatoes frying away in a cast-iron pan!