Christkindllangos

Tonight is my last night in Vienna, and early tomorrow morning I head out to spend most of a day in transit, flying (and driving) home. My suitcases are packed, well-balanced to fit within the weight limits. I diligently spent parts of today downloading Falco music, preparing my carry-on luggage, showering and shaving, and wandering around the city. Striking out from the 18th district, I headed towards the Ringstraße, passing the Votivkirche, the world's most-perfect neo-Gothic cathedral, and making my way into the Rathausplatz. The Christkindlmarkt there was definitely overrun by people speaking all manner of languages, more foreign than German. After pushing my way through the crowd I bought a Langos, this being my second run-in with the deep fried item. It is a Hungarian food and tradition that leaked into Vienna; flat, potato-based bread fried and covered with garlic oil. I considered it a sort of goodbye present to Vienna by giving two-and-a-half euros for the carnival food before I headed back to my suitcases.