Has Anyone Seen Cary Grant Naked?
The air in Vienna was sweet with the delicate perfume of pastries. My husband stood at the door of a quaint Viennese café while customers came and went and I pressed my face into the plateglass window. My mouth watered from the fragrance of vanilla, chocolate and full-bodied Arabica coffee. “We’re going in to have strudel,” I said. Austrian strudel was on my list of treats not to be missed, and I wasn’t walking away without checking it off.
The maître d’ ushered us to a table with cane-backed chairs. The smoke-filled room sizzled with smells and activity. Delicate coffee beans churned in the grinders, which spit out granules of black gold. Mocha machines gurgled with foamy steamed milk. The clientele was a contented mix of starry-eyed lovers, parents rocking infants, and elderly men with salt-and-pepper hair reading their papers.
From a long menu in German, my husband chose apple strudel, I picked cherry, and we both ordered cappuccinos. After consuming enough cream and butter to spike our cholesterol, we paid and headed out to explore the crowded Viennese shops before returning to Budapest.
The streets of Vienna might not be on a par with the haute couture shops of Paris, but they are just as tantalizing. While we strolled arm-in-arm and window-shopped, we happened upon a special boutique—the house of Steiff bears, a pricey collection of bears in all sizes and colors. Dead center, in a recessed display, towered a splendid, tan-colored bear, taller than I am. Excited, I approached the entrance, just as my husband pointed me in another direction. I turned and, aghast, what did I see? Not my gargantuan bear, but a giant poster of a very bare Cary Grant! So, I ask you, has anyone seen Cary Grant naked? Well, I have, and I didn’t have to visit the Champs-Élysées to find him.
If you’re curious, there’s more news on Steiff bears. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Z8VbEzRQQE