Wien, Tag 4: Vive la décadence.

Den kaputten Knöchel mit Krebsfleisch kühlen.

By Lena

Fast walker, avid reader, poetry fan, public speaker, violinist, pianist in the making, intersectional feminist. Works in tech, writes about anything here (and less frequently than in the past).

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