Aida
When-I-still had permanent residence in Graz two months ago, somebody told me that cafe Aida has cheapest espresso in Vienna. When I visited capital last winter I saw many elderly dames sitting over there behind big windows of this old fashioned place of communication. I was not in love with Vienna then yet. What does it mean to be in love with city? To love its air, people going along the streets, or may be somebody who is especially close to you and who was born here?
All my street photos were made in situation when there is no time for reflection and often no time for second shot, my DSLR camera is too visible and too big, and though I don’t want to intrude into or change somehow the material of reality around me, the only available way is alertness and quick reaction. This is one of my first blog entries! It sounds strange.
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