I’m in Vienna today, because it’s way too much effort to be here. I’ve never been to Vienna, which makes it ideal for this kind of trip, plus Jonathan Carroll lives there — not the SF columnist; the other one. He writes delicious trash.
So I’m drinking coffee and listening to the waiters shout at each other in explosive fricatives and gutturals, and I have no time today for this blog. But here’s some photos of Allen and his travels to tide you over. Also a map.
Baseball tonight, for real this time, if anyone’s listening. Assuming I ever come back from Europe.