Geschichten aus dem Wienerwald

I remember one of the movies I saw long time ago, a romanticized biography of Johann Strauss: his waltz was heard while the composer was making a promenade through Wienerwald.

Tales from the Vienna Woods: each Vienna with its Woods, each Vienna Woods with its Tales. Mine is Vienna from Northern Virginia. Each time the leaves show me other colors. Sometimes I meet deers in the forest, some other times there is a fox waiting for me on the road. That's the way it is.









(Around Fairfax Circle)