Friday 28 September 2007

Pink Sneak Preview

Pink Comfort at Demel's
You see no pink?
Left hand corner! :-)

More pink in the wings! :-)
(Dearly needed this morning here:
Pitch black and pouring
at 6.30 in the morning

See you later. :-)
You all have a great day!


  1. Sending you smiles and blue skies.
    I spied the pink! Sneaky girl. Can't fool me when it comes to apple tarte!

  2. I really like the mood your capture in your pictures. Is it my mistake or do you like the theme of solitude a lot ?

  3. Yes, I saw the very yummy looking pink, but I must confess that I was smitten with the silver sugar bowl. :) It's so elegant!

  4. So whose are the little pink fingers on the right?

    Plus - you have to tell us - how did you get everyone to coordinate their umbrellas outside Demel's.

  5. I don't see any pink

  6. rochambeau:
    Merci beaucoup! :-)

    Thank you! :-)
    The theme of solitude?
    I haven't thought about that.
    Maybe it's a certain cognitive morbidity that takes ahold of oneself in face of all this ephemeral beauty here in Vienna?
    I like to see "A Thing of Beauty" as John Keats has it expressed:

    A Thing of Beauty

    A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
    Its lovliness 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.
    Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
    A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
    Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
    Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
    Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
    Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
    Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
    From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
    Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
    For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
    With the green world they live in; and clear rills
    That for themselves a cooling covert make
    'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
    Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
    And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
    We have imagined for the mighty dead;
    An endless fountain of immortal drink,
    Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

    Ann (MobayDP):
    You cannot imagine how much I have tried to find out where that sugar bowl can be purchased. I know it's made in France, but more no one would divulge at Demel's. :-(

    Sally Crawford:
    Oh no! Hannibal? ;-)

    How to coordinate blue umbrellas outside Demel's? Easy: Take a busload of tourists and hand out free umbrellas. :-)))

    Good girl!
    Wanna play "I spy!"? :-)))


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