Tonight I went to visit my sister and her six-weeks-old daughter Sarah. Upon returning I was disgusted by the outlook of having to wait 15 minutes for the tram, thus I went the whole stretch of several kilometers by foot.
This is not one of Vienna’s more beautiful quarters. It’s a rundown neighborhood ruled by prostitution and gambling.
I shot this image from a bridge over the expanse of Vienna’s western railway station. The purple light is from an establishment of questionable reputation.