With only a few days to go before moving out to California, I’ve realised that I do not invest enough time in recording my life, here in Vienna, with Junko.

Although it’s the middle of the week—and Junko doesn’t have the freedom of the short break I have—she kindly took the time to share a last (for the time being at least) tea in the lounge of Hotel Imperial. I enjoyed a plate of cheese, while she went for one of her club sandwiches and chips that always seem so amusingly uncharacteristic.

It feels like it’s going to be quite some time before I get the opportunity to enjoy the excessive gold of Austria and Vienna.