If you ever need to track me down in a foreign city, find the biggest market in town on the busiest day of the week and you will almost certainly see me walk through at some point with a camera slung under my left shoulder.
Vienna is no exception to this rule, and the Naschmarkt lived up to my hopes.
I would have been content with the food stalls alone, with nuts and sweets and olives stuffed every delicious combination of minced things I can think of.
But lo, there was more! Flowers by the dozens and big ol’ bags of savory spices.
All sizes of hookahs, which for the first time in a while I didn’t actually contemplate purchasing and traveling with.
This being a very Germanic culture, of course, buckets of fresh Sauerkraut.
Towards the end of the market, after a long hours of shopping and watching and wandering, several restaurants set up in between the other stalls to grab a Wien Wein or a big plate of wienerschnitzel.
, they'll send a little bit my way at NO extra cost for you.
Buckets of sauerkraut? Love it! Also, you should try your right shoulder out sometime. I don’t want it to get too jealous of your left one.
The permanent bruise on my left side would tend to agree with you, I think. I do believe my right side is glad to be spared the abuse though!