It’s a beautiful, crisp cloudless morning and we opt for omelettes at breakfast time in a vain attempt to soak up some of last night’s alcohol, but everyone is still feeling pretty delicate as we head out into the early-afternoon sun.
We amble along just behind the town hall to a quiet little row of buildings where the Rueff Dance School is located. We head up a stone spiral staircase and are welcomed into a lovely little studio with a colourfully decorated waiting room. There’s a waggy-tailed dog who comes to greet us and collect some belly rubs, her affectionate nuzzles helping a little with the hangovers.
There’s no-one else here save us, for our activity today is private Viennese Waltz lessons. Continue reading “A Viennese Whirl”