On my way home after work I often leave
underground U1 in the middle of the city
to see the old dome of St. Stephen's,
and also the tourists admiring what they see
Behind them are the horses
with their carriages
waiting all day long for a ride.
Patiently they stand in a long row.
Some horses look already familiar to me
with their red and white earlaps.
They get their meals now, in blue bags
from their cute young coachman.
The other coachman talks on his mobile phone
in his elegant carriage and bowler hat
- what a nice contrast!
The little boy loves the big horses, too.
Sure, they look so patient and so gentle!
Behind, the city's binmen are already patiently
waiting to clean up afterwards.
I walk on and enter Domgasse
where a group of tourists stands
in front of Mozarthaus.
On the right side is my favourite shop
where you get souvenirs and all kind of things
for halloween and carnival and crazy parties.
Even tax free!
The tourists are still there, listening
to the story of the medieval "Blutgasse".
I walk around the corner, and I am home.
Grünangergasse, with its single tree
and a PACE flag under our window
and the old cobbled street.