Early on Sunday 27th we arrived at the Prater and it was (of course) deserted. Like Morecambe in winter, there is nothing so sad as an empty pleasure park. The mist was low and the Vienna free bikes stood unused, the tram terminus full of empty space. The ads offered a romanticise Candlelight Dinner in a gondola on the Giant Wheel. The glass and concrete station connecting underground and overground trains looked drab in the mist, so we headed for the city centre, across the Danube canal.
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