Was that IT?

Austrian weather men and women like to be overly pessimistic in their forecasts, possibly for fear of class-action, enraged lynch mobs, or something along those lines. Last weekend, they repeatedly stressed that we were to enjoy what was in all likelihood The.Last.Summer.Weekend of this year, with a chance of rain on Sunday afternoon. The Pampered Princess' Sister (PPS) and I decided to seize what could be our last chance this season of a Sunday bike trip and braved the typically Viennese (head)wind to cycle to Donauinsel, Vienna's intricate flood-protection system that doubles as a popular recreational area.Looking over to the riverbank where "Uno City" and other high-rise buildings that make up our (very timid) answer to the Manhattan-skyline, you can't but feel...cosmopolitan.
After vegetating in a deck-chair for an hour (photo WITH shoes below), regretting that we didn't bring our bikinis, we cycled back into the city centre, stopping at Strandbar Herrmann for some more deck-chair-(non)action, this time airing our pale feet in the process. Aaaah, the life!
By the time we had finished our first drinks, dark clouds intruded into our shiny happy urban summer bubble and made us hurry back to our trusty old bikes. At the intersection where I waved good-bye to PPS, who lives more central than I do, the first raindrops started to plop down on my sweaty back. By the time I got home, I was soaking wet.

In retrospect, I think I probably WOULD have sued the ORF Wetter-people if their predictions hadn't been accurate.