On to Venice tomorrow, via the late-night train. While battling a cold. Fun times. Apologies to the person sitting next to me for the orchestra of sickly noises I will be emitting--I'll at least try to moan and cough in 3/4 time, in keeping with the musical spirit of Vienna.
Here's how Arthur ends the Vienna chapter:
By this time, you've had enough of the Germanic countries. The train for Italy leaves from the Sudbanhof.
Auf Wiedersehen, schnitzel and sauerkraut and hirn (you don't want to know).*
Buon giorno, gelato and pizza and everything delicious.
* Okay, fine: brains. What am I, a zombie?