Concert anyone?

A back-blip.

We arrived in Vienna to a capsule wardrobe disaster!
The forecast had suggested that the weather would be more than clement.
Seasoned Viennese women, however, were clutching their coats around their throats to keep out the chill.
Apart from the ones who had stylish scarves draped elegantly around them.
(It's in the blood. They're born knowing how to wear a scarf with style.
I can't do it.
I've tried.
I even bought a beautiful scarf.
It looked as though a boy scout had had a bash at a round turn and two half-hitches.
And failed.)

I had neither jumper nor coat.
Ddn't let the British style scene down though. I had my navy pacamac.