A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
"Endymion" by John Keats
Beauties on a rainy evening,
found close to each other:
The first one in a waste basket on a side street between
St. Stephen's Cathedral und St. Peter's Church,
the next four at "Zum Schwarzen Kameel",
whose kitchen windows open to Naglergasse,
opposite "Martha Srna Modlitby",
where I found the tulips and the painting of a postman holding a love letter.