Saturday, October 30, 2010

Love is in the air...

Now that the happy couple has been sent successfully down the aisle, it's time to celebrate some more! We're hosting a brunch at our place for the wedding guests and to help everyone get into the post-nuptial spirit, I put together a wedding and/or love-inspired playlist to go along with the morning coffee.

  1. Love is in the Air: Milk & Sugar
  2. Chapel of Love: The Dixie Cups
  3. I Want You Back: Jackson 5
  4. Love Story: Taylor Swift
  5. Somebody to Love: Leighton Meester featuring Robin Thicke
  6. Take Me as I Am: Wyclef Jean featuring Sharissa
  7. Sh-boom: The Crew Cuts
  8. Wouldn't It Be Nice: The Beach Boys
  9. Wishin' and Hopin': Ani DiFranco
  10. Today Was a Fairytale: Taylor Swift
  11. When I'm Sixty-Four: Cheap Trick
  12. Hey Paula: Paul and Paula
  13. Love & Marriage: Frank Sinatra
  14. Stay (Just a Little Bit Longer): Maurice Williams
  15. Cupid: Amy Winehouse
  16. Crazy Love: Van Morrison
  17. Romeo and Juliet: Dire Straits
  18. Fields of Gold: Sting
  19. I love you 'til the end: The Pogues
  20. Nothing Matters When We're Dancing: The Magnetic Fields
  21. One For My Baby: Robbie Williams
  22. The Book of Love: The Magnetic Fields

Friday, October 29, 2010

A night at Sacher's...

If you've seen The Third Man, the ubiquitous Vienna movie - which we adore since all the main sites are steps away from our home and the longer we live here, the more sites we recognize - you'll surely recognize the line "I'm at Sacher's Hotel".  At the time, the Sacher was the headquarters for British occupation troops - not shabby digs, I must say.  But then again, Hitler installed himself at the Imperial, so marching into Vienna and settling on a nice hotel has been a trend around here.

The Sacher Hotel is arguably one of the most, if not the most, classy venues in Vienna.  Grand in every sense of the word, where it was notorious for denying service to non-aristocrats while extending lines of credit to former old-money has-beens.  But most of all, it's known for the classic Sachertorte, a chocolate cake layered with apricot jam based on a secret, in-house recipe (note: do not accept imposter Sachertortes!).  In fact, we love to grab a slice of the torte for me, and strudel for my husband with accompanying coffees after a performance at the opera (along with every other opera patron in attendance at the same performance). 

And what better place for the happy couple to celebrate their wedding than at the Sacher Restaurant in the Green Room.  While the service seemed confused at one point on the difference between oysters and venison ("Venison is a fish madame!), the food was impeccable.  A starter of cream of potato soup with a lobster topped crouton was followed by a very classic Beef Wellington.  And for dessert? Sachertorte of course!

All photography from the Hotel Sacher.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Impromptu cocktails!

Now that the friends and family of the happy couple have been steadily arriving to Vienna, many of them ended up at our place for a round of drinks and catching up tonight.  I'm always happy to have people over, but not always organized enough to have a super-stocked pantry on hand a la Martha Stewart.  You know, when she says things like, "When guests come over, I just bring out a loaf of freshly baked bread and some homemade chutney featuring herbs from my garden".  Yeah, I don't know how to bake bread or make chutney.

But I alwasy have something I can scrounge up from the pantry, and no one has to be the wiser that I didn't know they were coming.  This is is also the time where I call on some cardinal rules that my grandmother taught me.  She is by definition, the hostess extraordinaire, followed closely by my mother who seems to be able to whip out roasted pheasant for 17 on a moment's notice.  Not quite what I'm going for, but a few simple rules from my Babcia always salvage impromptu occassions.

Rule #1: Everything looks better in a pretty bowl
Now, my grandmother insists on silver or crystal, and has been giving me hers on every occassion since she's alarmed by my lack of speed in collecting my own set.   This message was promptly reinforced by my mother in law, who informed me upon checking out our wedding registry that "one can never have too many bowls" and suggested I register for more.  As it turns out, you really never can have too many bowls. You can frankly drop in some Pringles in a pretty bowl and pour a glass of prosecco and call it a night.  No one has to know you didn't make everything yourself if you don't show them the container it came in. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!

Rule #2: Stock up some basics and be creative
Again, I don't keep a fully stocked pantry.  Partially it's because I'm not that organized.  And partially it's because in our space efficient European kitchen, it's just not possible.  But there are always things you can serve, even if you didn't buy it for that purpose.  Items in constant rotation at our house because we eat them anyway, and because they have a long shelf life are: walnuts (store in freezer so that they don't go rancid - also a tip thanks to my mother in law), wasabi peas, Pringles (I wasn't kidding) or Kettle Chips, pretzels, italian breadstick crackers (i.e. grissini), cherry tomatoes, salami, dried apricots, olives...If you've been to my house, chances are you've eaten most of these items over drinks with us.

Rule #3: If you don't have enough, cut it up into smaller pieces
My grandmother is able to stretch things seemingly into infinity.  The first time I saw her do it, she had heated up a frozen burrito from the grocery store (which was always amusing to me since I'm not sure my Polish grandmother has any idea what a burrito actually is if you were to ask her) and despite it being a 99 cent item from the freezer section, she cut it into ten or so pieces, put a bit of sour cream on top and stuck a toothpick in each piece and plated it on a little silver tray.  Voila!  This trick works with a lot of things - one of my favorites being to take a piece of brown bread, toast, top with some kind cheese and a cherry tomato slice and you have about eight cute canapes, even though you might started out with some dregs in the fridge.

Rule #4: Have napkins on hand
Again, this just ups the "pretty factor".  On the one time a year my husband will let me go to Ikea, we stock up on various colorful paper napkins in different sizes, and somehow having those out, or our monogrammed napkins if they're ironed and ready to go, just brings the spread up a level.

Rule #5: Have a drink on hand
We typically, courtesy of my parents, have a stash of wines on hand that we pull from when people drop by, and always have a few bottles of prosecco in the fridge to go with it.  It doesn't have to be best, just has to be something that you like and that doesn't break the bank.  And when that fun runs out, have some tea on hand, it's always a gracious and warm way to wrap up the party.

Photo from Martha Stewart Living.

Monday, October 25, 2010

It's Wedding Week!

It's wedding week in Vienna! Not ours though (that was nearly three and a half years ago now - if one can believe it) but good friends of ours are arriving tomorrow for a kind of wedding, kind of elopement, kind of small family celebration, that we are VERY excited to be part of.

The stars of the show arrive tomorrow and we've been busy sprucing everything up to make sure we're all systems go for the big day on Friday.  So to kick off Vienna wedding week, I'm shamelessly borrowing a guest post that Mrs. Lillien did for 100 Layer Cake about honeymooners in Europe - it just might inspire the bride and groom for some last minute packing ideas. Frankly, it inspired ME for some ideas on what to wear about town.



Meet Mr. + Mrs. Honeymoon – this dashing young couple is jetting off to Europe for a post wedding sojourn – they’ve got big plans to sightsee, celebrate and swoon. Touring by day and painting the town red by night – they’ve got this trip dialed with all their newlywed might! He took care of the hard get dinner reservations – she planned the swanky over night accommodations – together they planned the ultimate european vacation!!

They’ve packed their bags with a smattering of Honeymoon essentials – from head to toe fashions, honeymoon enhancements and plenty of sentimentals! They’ll hit all the big spots and hunker down in all the hidden gems – they’ll stay up all night canoodling and reciting their wedding poems! She with her luggage suite, and he his singular suitcase – they’ve brought what they needed and then some, you know… just in case! She brought along an extra trunk for all their honeymoon shopping – it doesn’t stand a chance to go home empty with the wedding cash she’ll be dropping!

There’ll be endless silly tourist pictures and lots of hand holding – entries in their travel journal and all kinds of flirtatious cajoling! They’ll be long romantic lunches where they’ll share both their dishes – followed by long winded strolls with plenty of stolen kisses – you dare not expect anything less from this new minted Mr. and Mrs.!

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Shirin's Back!

Some of you might remember the Diplo-Style post on the very elegant, very stylish Shirin von Wulffen, and also on her country house.  Turns out, she's got more to share - her New York town house was just profiled in Elle Decor (well, not "just" - it's just more recent for me, since there's a bit of delay before I get my subscriptions here in Vienna).

I have to say that in the grand comparative scheme of things, I prefer the vibe of the country house, but their home is everything that a part-time New York City home should be: chic, uncluttered, and always ready for guests.  And as you can tell from the first shot, Frederic Fekkai is still keeping her hair great.

All photography from Elle Decor.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

One hundred and one!

I was so excited about our wheels last night that I didn't even notice I had reached 100 blog posts.  Perhaps it's not even that big of a milestone, especially for those who have been doing this for years, but it seems like an oddly ceremonial number to me.  I didn't think this would last for more than a couple of weeks but now I'm a bit more hopeful of my own staying power.  Since we missed yesterday, we'll celebrate 101 today! Here's to the next hundred!

Monday, October 18, 2010

'Cause I got wheels...

...and you want to go for a ride!

Hurrah for wheels! After spending the past two and a half years without a car, we finally bit the bullet and got something practical for all the future stroller-hauling, and very gracious diplomat husband drove it all the way to Vienna from the Bremerhaven pick-up point (and what does Bremerhaven remind me of? that's right, the Sound of Music, when Herr Detweiler informs Captain Von Trapp that he must report to " once!" and the Captain is having none of it).

Enjoy the little animated video below, set to one of the songs by the Magnetic Fields from the 69 Love Songs album.  My last year of college, we turned this into a musical type production, and despite having absolutely no theater affiliations other than a love of Sally Bowles, I somehow got roped into being the set designer.  With a budget of $100.00...  So the set consisted of a lot of borrowed goods, a huge "heart rug" I painted myself on the floor, and lots and lots and lots of vellum paper hearts hanging around a disco ball meticulously cut out by myself, my ever patient room mate, and my perhaps even more patient romantic interest of the time.  All these hearts as the production opened on Valentine's day...and paper and paint because, well, we couldn't afford anything elsen on that kind of budget.  But what can I say, probably one of my favorite college projects.  I still have some of those hearts somewhere.

Good-bye trams and swollen feet, hello wheels!

The wide world of wines...

So to continue the saga of looking for additional things to do in Langenlois...we finally bit the bullet to see the "World of Wines" at Loisium - a wine museum/winery housed in a modern looking steel cube structure.  Funny, up until now, we had always just looked at it from the lounge chairs in the Loisium hotel spa, but this time it was up close and personal.

We thought we had checked the box on standard winery tours - Napa, Sonoma, Bordeaux, Loire Valley, even the fledgling wineries in Virginia...and frankly, you get a lot of the same things - see grapes, see barrels, hear how expensive oak is, hear about finicky weather, taste at end and compliment the winery hosting the event...But this visit is somehow different altogether - it has a "mystical" element shall we say.  I won't give away more since it will spoil the surprise, but let's just say that the further you get into the tour, the less and less it becomes like something you've seen before.  If you have a sense of humor, you'll enjoy it.

The tickets are 9.50 for the tour and they were offering a special of tour plus tasting flight at 14.50 though we didn't try it out -and both include the mystical audio guide.  Be sure to go early enough where you still have time to enjoy a glass of Gruner Veltliner or one of the options from the Sektotek (the bar selling Austrian sparking wines) out on the terrace and soak in the fall colors.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Row, row, row your boat...

Rainy again in Vienna, wishing we were on Capri again...though to be fair, it rained there too...

Photography by The New Diplomat's Wife.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Free Willi!

Fall season is keeping Langenlois and the Kamptal wine region, though it's by no means "crowded".  Just crowded enough that we couldn't do our usual program of spa day and dinner at the Loisium hotel.  However, perhaps it was to be a good thing as it forced us out of the routine and made us investigate around for some new things to do that are both interesting for us, and are "visitor appropriate" as my parents were in town.

One of our discoveries was the Heuringer restaurant run by the Willi Brundlmeyer winery.  It's a bit more than just your average heuringer, veering more into restaurant style plated dishes and waiter service, rather than homey schnitzels, served up the size of charger plates. The main dishes are still classic favorites, but with more of a twist - but where the restaurant really shines is with their first courses and desserts (no strudel here, although they did have a traditional plum cake on the menu for those not into the fancy). 

I had a pumpkin soup with iberico ham, and others had the tartare or tafelspitz broth - all recommended. Main courses range from local perch fished 20 minutes away, fried chicken, duck breat or pork options.  Desserts were artistically presented with all sorts of fruit and puree accompaniments - definitely save room, which is not something typically expected at a heuringer.

The restaurant is just off the main square (only square) in Langenlois, and while the menu is in German, some staff do speak English and were nothing short of welcoming and accomodating.  Of course, the main attraction comes in the form of wine, which you should definitely try in several variations - hint: start with the rose sekt.  The winery itself was recently voted by Wine & Spirits magazine as "Import Winery of the Year", lauding it as a "damn good drink" in the review.  I can't say I disagree.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Martha Graham! Martha Graham! Martha Graham!

Hopped out tonight for a performance of the iconic Martha Graham Dance Company, which is playing through October 17th at the MuseumsQuartier here in Vienna.  I have to say that of all the choreographers, she's typically not my favorite as I find a lot of the movement jarring, especially when set to some of the jarring music of the time - I'm much more of a romantic at heart I guess, despite the fact that the movements go so well with Eames chairs and other things I admire from the era. Nonetheless, it's important to see how her work has influenced dance since, and her company did a wonderful job bringing the pieces to life.  The more jolly Maple Leaf Rag was a nice surprise after what was otherwise a very somber program. 

The only thing that seemed to be off was the pricing model the MuseumsQuartier, which made the house packed in the first three rows, and packed in the back cheaper seats, and nearly completely empty in the entire middle section, which made me a bit sad for the dancers, as this is what they would most likely see from the stage. 

Also, whenever I hear "Martha Graham", I'm always reminded of the scene from the Birdcage when Robin Williams does a choreography retrospective in a fit of frustration when trying to direct his drag show.  The Birdcage has been coming to mind a lot recently - since my swollen feet are severely limiting my footwear choices to pretty much just my converse sneakers (though I managed to cram into some high heell boots for tonight's performance and am regretting it right about now), I've feel like I've turned into Agador Spartacus.  "I can-na walk in de shoes! I can-na walk in de shoes!".  In fact, I insist on being called Agador Spartacus for the remainder of my pregnancy I think.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

A bicycle built

What timing! I was planning on doing the next couple of posts about the Kamptal wine region, as my parents were recently in town and we made a day trip out of it.  With the Loisium Hotel increasingly more difficult to deal with because of groups and seminars, which makes it harder for Vienna interlopers like us to book for the weekend, or even come for the day, I was forced to use my creative wiles for find new things for us to do in the area.  The region is slowly taking on the lovely colors of vineyard fall, and more to come on my new finds.

In the meantime, the New York Times travel section has beat me to the punch, with an alternative itinerary - a bike tour through the vineyards of the Wachau.  While at this stage (read: "at this size), biking is probably not the best option for me, it will go on the list of things to do when i get my balance back.  Although, really I think I would enjoy this tour best in a side car, with some retro goggles and a glass of sparkling sekt in hand. Perhaps in the spring...

Photography from The New York Times.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Object of my affection: She's done it again!

Perhaps I should just make a habit of featuring whatever new necklaces go up on Kate Spade, since they seem to always end up on the Objects of My Affection list, and the fall arrivals, have given me not one, not two, but three to salivate over.  All three with increased bravado to go with my ever-increasing diplo-baby belly.  And now that absolutely nothing else fits, including shoes, looks like the way to go is necklaces or bust!

Monday, October 11, 2010


Where else but to im Kabaret, au Cabaret, to Cabaret...I was nearly beside myself to see that Cabaret was playing in Vienna and I was able to catch one of the opening shows.  My husband was unable to make the performance so a gracious friend filled in to take the seat, pretty brave of anyone who's not as familiar with the stage version of the show, as it some of the gesticulations can be quite forward, and this particular production was no shy slouch.

The only (unsurprising given our location) twist in this particular version is that it's actually performed in German.  Given that I don't speak it, i thought, well at least I'll know the melodies - and luckily I know the show in English almost by heart ("mmm-hmmm, sure, luckily," my husband mumbled when he thought he was going to have to get dragged along).  Despite the occassional "what did he say?", the show is enjoyable and captures the spirit of the original, the cast takes on the Weimar Cabaret with gusto, and both the Emcee and Sally Bowles characters were expertly cast, with the leads changing between English and German in all the key songs based on what fit best. 

I hadn't been to the Kammerspiele itself before but it ended up being a perfect venue for the production as it's small in size and draped every which way in red velour naturally, so it ended actually conveying the feel of a cabaret, minus the clanky tables.  What really caught me by surprise is that the median age of the audience had to be well into their sixities, clearly long-time patrons, and some of the graphic portions didn't seem to phase them one bit.  I don't see the same thing happening in the US, but perhaps it's also a generational thing - the movie that made this show such a hit was from the early 70's, making them roughly the age that I am now when it would have first come out.  Or perhaps there's just a higher appetite for Cabaret-like behavior around here; Vienna isn't that far from Berlin after all.

You can catch the show through December at the Kammerspiele - just be careful, the ticketing website isn't exactly user friendly and it's all in German.  If in doubt, you can write/call the theater directly.

Rotenturmstra├če 20
1010 Wien


Start by admitting
From cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sunday Shots: How Now Brown Cow...

From a hike in Konigsee last month.   If I am ever reincarnated, I think I will come back as an Alpine cow.  Well-kept, clean, grazing grass in the mountain air - sounds like a life for me.

Photography by The New Diplomat's Wife.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Notes from the Field: Mauritania, Part II

Hopefully you've had a chance to see Part I of this adventure-seeking young diplomat, posted in Mauritania (by choice I might add).  Here is perhaps even more exciting second half!


Most difficult about living in current post:
The terrorist threat, which has rendered in-country travel difficult. The time when we would go camping in the middle of nowhere and not worry about getting kidnapped is long gone.

Biggest adventure at post?
There are so many! But the one I will always remember is my trip to the ancient trading post of Oualatta, a UNESCO world heritage site near the border with Mali. This isolated town with distinctive architecture – its mud houses are decorated with colorful geometric designs -- is really in the far corner of the world and its inhabitants live in a time warp, exactly like they did centuries ago.

When did you realize you were far from home?
When you are posted to Mauritania you know by definition you will be far away from home. However, it really hit me when I drove in the city for the first time and realized that I had to share the road with an army of donkey carts, goats, and the occasional camels.

What’s the most important thing about re-creating your home at post?
Surrounding myself with traditional arts and crafts acquired during my trips. The Berber carpets, Moroccan furnishings, Mauritanian leather and metal work, and West African carvings give my government-furnished quarters a warm feeling and are constant reminders of carefree moments spent in exotic places.

Three things you can’t live without at post?
Weekend getaways; my friends; and Internet access.

One thing you thought you couldn’t live without but have had to?
Western civilization as we know it…

You’re having guests over on Saturday night, what’s on the menu?
A typical diplo-menu may include:
Chilled asparagus soup amuse bouche served in Moroccan tea cups
Lobster tail salad with shrimp and calamari
Moroccan prune and almond tajine with raisin couscous
Mini pears poached in hibiscus juice with raspberry sorbet and a splash of champagne for those who drink alcohol
Puerto Rican coffee and oriental mignardises

Dream post for next assignment? Why?
I am going to Khartoum. As my second posting with a K on it, I am already a member in good standing of the exclusive K Club. Next time around, I am game for Kabul, Kigali, Kinshasa, or Kuwait City.

Parting thoughts?
“One cries twice about Mauritania: once when one is told to go there, and once when it is time to leave”

Moorish women -- wearing the mandatory veil or moulafah -- making mint tea at a wedding.  Hospitality dictates that three cups of foamy tea must be served to guests: the first is bitter like death, the second strong like life and the third sweet like love.  The tea ceremony can last hours.  
Toujounine, February 2010.

Nomadic hand-made tent with blue ornamental details.  When Mauritanians say someone is from "a large tent family," they mean the person's family is rich.  The inside of Mauritanian tents is decorated with colorful quilted Chinese fabric.  Oriental and jute rugs are set on the floor, where guests sit or lay on their side propped by cushions. Moktar's village, January 2010  

The road to Oualata.  Located 1,200 km (745.6 miles) from Nouakchott, on the north-eastern border with Mali, the ancient city of Oualata was a trans-Saharan trade hub during the 13th and 14th centuries.  
Nema-Oualata road, August 2009

The Obama t-shirt is a popular clothing item in Africa, even in isolated Oualata.  Oualata, August 2009.

Ornamental details of a typical Oulata home.  Oualata, August 2009

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Notes from the Field: Mauritania, Part I

Diplo-friends! I'm very pleased to introduce one of several very special interviews given by my diplo-partners in crime.  "Notes from the Field" will feature stylish ladies living adventures abroad who make the most of what their posts - exotic and not - throw their way.

Today's feature is the first half of an interview with a very talented friend who's toughing out her first post in Mauritania.  Where you say? Exactly.  Mauritania is located on the west coast of Africa, and to me at least, was not known for much other than poverty, sand, and it's somewhat belated outlawing of slavery (at 1981, it makes Saudi Arabia look progressive and forward-thinking when it banned slavery in 1962). 

Nonetheless, our lovely diplo-friend has brought this little known country to life for our circle of friends with her tales from afar, and featured its gorgeous desert landscape in her very talented photography, some of which are shown alongside her interview.

Perhaps a destination to consider for your next getaway?


Diplo-mat or Diplo-spouse?
Diplo-mat and diplo-significant other.

Current Post:
Nouakchott, Mauritania

Three words to describe (current post):
Saharan, under-developed, magic-surrealist

You have visitors in town for the weekend at current post, what does the weekend look like?
Did you say visitors? Nobody has been brave enough to visit us yet! However, given that Nouakchott is not exactly a tourist mecca, if we had an unsuspecting visitor in the next six months, we would plan a weekend getaway in the colonial city of Saint Louis in Senegal or the ancient city of Chinguetti in northern Mauritania.

During the four-hour drive to Saint Louis across the desert and through the Diawling natural reserve one can spot wild boar, gigantic lizards and pink flamingos. Saint Louis, located at the confluence of the Senegal River and the Atlantic ocean, is a picturesque colonial city with tons of charm and great beaches. Al fresco dining, African art shopping, and long strolls in the city or deserted beaches are among our favorite activities. We also enjoy drinking petits punch at the Hotel de la Poste, where French pilot and writer Antoine de Saint-Exupery used to stay when he was a pilot for l'Aeropostale.

The ancient city of Chinguetti is located in the breathtakingly beautiful Adrar region – a six hour drive from Nouakchott. The drive there is quite an experience as the desert scenery is varied and grandiouse. On the way to Chinguetti, we like to stop at the Tergit oasis for lunch, traditional Mauritanian tea, and an afternoon nap under the tent while waiting for the 90+ degree heat to subside. Once in Chinguetti, we visit the ancient libraries, go camel riding, climb the white sand dunes, talk to the bedouins, enjoy a desert-cooked lamb mechoui, and watch the magnificent sunsets and skies bursting with stars. We also love visiting the ruins of Ouadane, a Berber caravan and trading center dating from the 12th century.

If you’re in current post, you must try:
A stay at Chinguetti’s rustic bed and breakfast Le Maure Bleu, camel trekking in the Adrar, bird watching in the Banc d’Arguin, $12 lobsters at the Nouakchott fish market, the Nouakchott beach on Saturdays, tie-dye fabrics from Kaedi, the Tergit oasis, the traditional guetna holiday where Mauritanians gather in the oasis to eat hand-picked dates, and the camel races. I also recommend vacationing in Senegal, Morocco, and the Canary Islands.

To be continued.....

The perils of desert driving as experienced by the diplo-mat.  Banc d'Arguin, January 2009

The diplo-mat in the dunes off Chinguetti waiting for the sunset.  Chinguetti, March 2010. 

Another type of desert driving that can be equally dangerous.  Camels have a reputation for being stubborn animals, and riders have to be wary of bites, kicks and foul spit. This was the first time Ould Tzraiga was ridden by a woman, which caused general hilarity among the bedouins.  Chinguetti, March 2010

Moorish nomads gathered for a weekend of camel racing in Atar, northern Mauritania.  They are sporting the traditional robe or 'draa' and the turban or 'hawli,' which are still overwhelmingly favored by Moors, including in urban areas.  Please note that nomads ride barefoot. Atar, April 2009

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Sunday Shots: Home Sweet Home

Heading home to Vienna after a three week hiatus...

Photography by The New Diplomat's Wife.

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