Faxi? No, fenks!

Who can understand them? They look, they take a picture of me - but no one needs a faxi. Although they all speak about ecology and protecting the environment, they still prefer the cars - the taxis. They say that they feel like exploiting me if they jump into my small vehicle, but how about the poor horses standing not far away from here, begging for some shadow next to the Stephansdom? Don't they feel like they are exploiting them too? At least I am here due to my very own will. Did anybody ask the horses?

yes, this weekend we see the things in black & white only. no room for negotiation.

Faxi = Fahrradtaxi (DE) = bicycle taxi (EN)

lawfully wedded

My friend Topolina will be married in the church today. I wish them both - her and her soon "lawful wedded husband" happiness and understanding.

A post taking part into the B&W weekend meme.

All these tourists...

Vienna is packed with tourists. They flock especially downtown, where most of the attractions are. All nationalities of the world come together in a Babel-like chaos. Every here and there a red umbrella shows you not that it's going to rain, but who's the guide of the group. And the locals? Mostly indifferent, already used with the exclamations of the foreigners, they cannot help sometimes to wonder: "Where do all these tourists come from?"...

For B & W Weekend.

promenade

Monochrome Weekend.

careful: old newspapers

Monochrome weekend again... from the Viennese Genuss festival (the man is slicing prosciutto :) ).

To see the other photos in my "old newspapers" series, please click on the label under this post.

joie de vivre or the Princess of Pumpkin: old newspapers

In Vienna, the Imperial city, Sissi is not the only blue blood royalty walking around...

so I'll be in that old newspaper of yours, right?

cheesy: old newspapers (no.2)

cheesy: old newspapers

Taking part for the first time in Monochrome Weekend.

stand still/run

Constanta, Romania. Winter day. And a photo that reminds me of old communist postcards from the '50s (got a bunch of them at home).
This is a city (and most of the Romanian cities are so) where time - like these birds - plays a less understandable game, between running too fast and standing still.