A Late Afternoon Dream

Zum Garten
Into the garden ...

... under the arbour
and by the fountain

... a haven
for work

... and study

... a place to
sit in the sun

and contemplate,
perchance to dream ...

"Wohin am Wochenende"
... of what the weekend will bring ...

A cup of Melange
a pot of Earl Grey,

letting your
eyes feast ...

and the waiter perform
his dance between the tables

all the while
seriously studying the scene,
wondering
whether Johann Strauss ever knew
that his waltzes
had turned into curlicues
on those chairs ...

... an ice cream sundae
entering the stage
like a prima ballerina
or a strawberry fairy

... joined by a sister,
but oh so swiftly
evil hands
appearing from nowhere,
sweeping both of them up and away!
Drosselmeyer?
The waiter?

"You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."

(Quoted from
E.A. Poe's "Dream Within a Dream")

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Photographed at
Café Dommayer
Auhofgasse 2
13th District (Hietzing)
A short walk
from the west entrance of Schönbrunn Park.