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Diary: Vienna, AustriaIn Vienna we spent three days, and horrible amounts of money, pointing at things and taking photos of them. We went to one of those ludicrously expensive Mozart concerts where the performers are in historical costume, plus authentic Englightenment period Rolexes. They encored with The Blue Danube and the Radetzky March, which troubled me as a fan of authentic music: here we had instruments of the 1990s playing music of the mid 1800s in costume of the 1780s. The audience was not the most sophisticated, and there were a few bored tourists unwrapping sweets. They always do it slowly, don't they, apparently unaware that it makes more noise that way. This noise irritated me greatly, being a fan of authentic music, since cellophane was not patented until the 1910s.
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We attended a Fruhschoppen - a Sunday morning party with Tirolean music and incomprehensible dialect jokes - and Rebecca met a 'colourful local character', which is a non-libellous way of describing a harmless lunatic.