As I opened the Studio door this morning a sound stopped me in my tracks.
Silence.
Lovely, let-you-hear-your-own-voice emptiness of pounding, scrapping and shouting men at all windows.
Ten minutes later, Italian singing started. Two guys, happily hummed along, doing a little dance of dismantling. Soon the scaffold was gone. And they had a great time all the while.
Made me smile, too.
Welcome back Augustinergasse, in all your eclectic charm!
