Those crazy Austrians...

A little light relief in London...

They are not Austrians, they must be actors why do I know this …..because they are smiling -)

Brilliant. And exactly how I find Austrians; jolly, fun, welcoming, generous.

Now, imagine the French alternative; press the button on their bollard......

.......and out of nowhere a man playing a miserable song on an accordian appears wearing a beret and a stipey t shirt, a dull grey building is wheeled in with a sign saying PICNIQUE INTERDIT outside, a man smoking gitanes wearing an ESF uniform shoos people away shouting something about "no guiding monsieur", theres a 10 euro charge to sit in the sun chairs, a bland omelette is served up which the man chokes on when told how much it costs, not a smile in sight, several people push their way in to the building in front of the bemused onlookers, and at the end when they come to take the photo they get moved on by a stone faced lift attendant because hes shut the concourse because its too windy. And then it rains........

;-)