So now Saturday morning 10am, my last day in Vienna. It has gone just like that. If no Adelina no point going back to Manhattan I think, or Tete, so looking like an early night tonight. I will see if I can get to the Belvedere early then back to WSK, finishing with another rostbraten. I leave London thinking I am going to f—k every floozie I see, but then I get to these places and never quite feel like doing anything, and return home having done nothing again.