Heuringen
August 14th 2009 The vineyard fell away from the deck where we perched on wooden benches at a wooden table, slopping steeply into the valley towards the muddy Danube. The spire of an old church poked above the trees near the river. Over the opposite hill, Vienna, we knew, spread far and wide. But we felt far from the hustle of the city.
We were more than half way up Kahlenberg, sampling a tart white wine produc
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