This scene looks as if it could be an antique postcard from one hundred years ago. It’s old, but not that old. I shot it in Vienna nearly thirty years ago.

I never felt quite comfortable in Vienna, despite its elegance. It felt formal, which isn’t my style at all. I admired the over-the-top gilded architecture, the epic statues around every bend and the precise, ornate gardens.

But I never connected with anyone local, which for me is one of the primary joys of traveling. Eating scrumptious, nearly transformative strudel (that’s another story) didn’t make up for not engaging with people.