It snowed an inch last night.

We went to an art museum today, modern Austrian art.

One large room featured two artists, a man and a woman. The woman painted portraits of introverted girls, and her paintings seemed as introverted as their subjects. Quiet colors, much negative space. The paintings by the man were louder, with more philosophical/religious/erotic superstructure and a large television set was playing a tape of an interview with him.

The cafe had good sandwiches and decent coffee. We bought some books in the bookshop. One of the books we bought was about the woman and her paintings.