Heuriger

One of the things one does in Vienna is journey out to the surrounding hills and vineyards to visit a heuriger, a wine garden right on the vineyards, to drink the new wine. The fashion began when the emperor exempted new wine from taxation. Such is the power to shape behavior and society through taxation. We took trams, subways, and buses out to Neustift am Walde.

Where a three-day street fair had been going on (we'd had

to detour around it on the way in to Vienna)

And found a table at this heuriger: Fuhrgassle-Huber

The wine does not have to travel far

View from our table, which we shared over the course of

the evening with Austrians, Poles, others

Dinner; we split some of the pig and half of one of the

chickens, and some potato salad, and, of course, a few mugs

of the fresh white wine

Vicki, contented with the foregoing and now

apple strudel mit cream (note empty wine

mug)

Things really got lively when the old Austrian band showed

up

The street party continued as we left