Glorious colors and gorgeous displays in the market, too! And vendors who do not pester marketgoers to sample foods (Naschmarkt, I’m looking at you.)
Just look at all this Crayola Spring Green!
Bärlauch, the wild garlic/onion that blooms in the spring. So named because bears (Bär) like to dig it up and eat it. It has a poisonous cousin, so I just play it safe and buy the herb from the market. Supper was beginning to take shape.
The roasted chestnut vendor is shuttered. Therefore, Winter is definitely over.
Willows as tall as I, and Hay Bunnies to make me sneeze. Ah, Spring.
Just outside the market, Everything Ham. Supper had come together.
A little wandering here and there rewarded me with beautiful architecture before returning home.
In a courtyard I spied, perhaps, Vienna’s version of Brussels Manneken-Pis?
What better way to end the meandering than with a bowl of Bärlauchcremesuppe for lunch at this unexpected Hungarian restaurant.