The Visitor

Rich is here. My best man and best friend from New York. He's on a brief, but very fabulous tour of Europe (seeing us, having Thankgsiving with his sister and his parents in Paris, giving lectures about his book about his hike all across Cuba at the London Academy and the Essex University). We started the weekend in style and went to the Viktualienmarkt, stocking up on supreme fishes, birds and produce, having a lunch at the Suppenkueche, where Rich had the "sour lung", which indeed is veal lung, but tastes so much better than it sounds. Karl immediately took a liking to Rich, christened him "Onkel Ritz" and trails him like a little duckling. He pulls at his various hairs, tells him elaborate stories (still in two word sentences) and makes him read to him. Rich is all uncle and tries to indulge him as good as it gets (they're both picking up some foreign language skills in the process). Fun weekend coming up!