Morning in the City

Where in the World?
Where in Vienna?
Remember yesterday's post?
We are still searching!

That was a bright idea of mine -
wasn't it?
Nevermore, I say -
no more guessing games -
too risky to remain stuck with it.
Forever and ever!

To get out of this conundrum, hopefully,
I reveal more clues as to the identity of
the last owner of the farmhouse
in yesterday's post:
He loved to breakfast
in splendid solutitude
in a room with a view
in the building above.
He was no jogger,
but he often went for long walks
with a special lady friend of his.
His wife was known
to write poems
in the South,
on the Mediterranean Sea
(the sea, a wise choice,
lakes did not become her!).