A spy I would not make

In the food market - from the warm coffee and cake cocoon of Oberlaa - I spied the most wonderful moustache.
I don't have Martin's balls for street photography as you can tell - a backwards through the window shot of mostly my elbow and some horrid reflections but over the way there, under the awning - the moustache!
I had Sachertorte - a bit disappointing - but how could you not. E had champagne macarons - highly recommended.