So 0645 I wait for my ICE to leave Vienna for Frankfurt, 6 hours 40 minutes hence. The end of my last long visit. I love Vienna but it will be a long time till I come back again. On our way. Still pitch black. On my way to Frankfurt with no enthusiasm except that it at least brings me halfway home. I did very little in Vienna this time. Tuesday an amazingly dirty visit to WSK, followed by a lovely West End steak. Wednesday a nice return visit to the two black hearts of Vienna—the Bad Timing apartment of Milena, and the Night Porter hotel and café, and later a brief visit to Manhattan and Tete a Tete ruined by a splitting headache. The headache and sick feeling persisted into Thursday which wiped out Thursday as well. I did very little except lay in bed listening to classical music on Radio Stephansdom; just popped out twice to the station for food. And that was what I went all the way to Vienna for! But I feel it needed to be done, and now I have got it out of my system; I can safely cross it off my list. That just leaves Brussels—until one day, one day, one day I finally make the effort and can afford to go to all those long wished-for places—the Brocken mountain, Reichenbach Falls, the Rubicon river, the Milvian Bridge, house where Mona Lisa lived, etc, etc, etc.