Cafe Society
Mir ist so wunderbar from Fidelio by Beethoven
You can’t have too many café scenes in a book about Vienna … well, maybe you can and some of them might have to be ditched at a later stage. I’ve been disappointed to find that some of my favourite winter writing spaces are no longer cafés, but proper restaurants, which are not conducive to novelling in the same way. So today the Phantom Pen returned to a favourite haunt, Kaffee Alt Wien, where the words and the coffee flowed nicely in harmony.
