Hello Paris!
Ich bin der Prodekan from Der Vogelhändler by Zeller
And hello Paris! Today’s words were written on the Eurostar as we sped through the countryside of la belle France. I decided that Paris would have to feature in this year’s novel, but probably only in a minor way, although it should definitely be romantic. However, the scribblings on the train were still about Vienna. Eve continues to reminisce about her childhood and mentions that they used to go to Mörbisch every year. This is not semi-autobiographical, but rather the proximity of Neudsiedlersee to the Hungarian border is helpful for the plot. But as I enjoy a trip to Mörbisch, today’s track is one of my favourite pieces of operetta. It is such a favourite, I fear it might be on one of the earlier playlists, but I listen to it a lot, especially if I need cheering up.
