The park

This is the Volkspark that I walk through on my way past the parliament and into the city center in the mornings. From the first drop in temperatures in fall until the beginnings of spring, these rose bushes are covered with exotic Central and South American coffee bean bags. Once, I saw the Viennese garden workers wrapping each of the precious rose bushes with these bags at 6 in the morning.

In the summer, this park is remarkable. Each of the bushes has its own name label and amazing scent. It is the place to be for tourists from June-September. But in the morning, no one is here, except for me and the Viennese garden workers. It is one of my favorite places in Vienna. I told Andi that if I die some sort of unexpected, early death...he must walk here and distribute my ashes Shawshank style, one pocket at a time, under the beautiful blooming roses.