First we had langos,
a scone dipped in garlic butter and salt.
I spotted a display of vintage dirndls.
Marty in Vienna, 1969I happen to be that exact vintage!
Soon Dee was leafing through books,
And I was browsing through buttons.
I accidentally bumped into the lady standing next to me, and she fell over! Horrified, I looked down, apologizing profusely, and saw that her arm had come off and was laying next to her body! Another woman was helping her up . . .
and I realized she was a mannequin.
(It was time to flee the market.)
3 comments:
That is so funny. And the scone thing looks delish!
I love reading your blog every day. Lots of memories for me, too, as I lived in Germany from 1956-58. I worked for the military. I, too, have a dirndl like yours that I bought in the Lanz shop in Salzburg. Ah...memories!
I just laughed out loud about the mannequin incident!
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