Being weekend tourists

Had a very pleasant weekend.

Last night (Saturday) we went to a bar with a gang of German and expat people Simon knows through work. It was the kind of bar with a drag show (three guys in tutus, dancing on stage). For all that, it was still relaxing and we managed to hang around until half one chatting away. I relish these moments as 1) When baby comes I imagine that kind of time in the morning I'll be doing night feeds, rather than hanging in bars and 2) Not having a job, I'm pretty limited in my social interactions at this point - well, at least until I get out and about more.

Today, tired and weary, Simon and I went into the old part of town to do some sightseeing. We visited the cathedral (known as the 'Dom') and then strolled down to the banks of the Rhine. We were accompanied by Dom's bells which were ringing out over the city. I used the opportunity to try my hand at some reportage style interviewing (see movie). Having watched it back, I think my technique needs some work. We ate at very lovely lunch in a genteel cafe with a full on view of the cathedral. It was a very old fashioned kind of cafe with a real ambience of Austria and sacher torte.

When we are out and about at the weekends I still feel like we are on holiday here. Very bizarre to then get a train back to our flat and be reminded that we are actually LIVING HERE!