Elle suggested we post a pic from our windows and this one is mine.

What you can’t see is Franz, the neighbor’s cat, meowing pitiously below the window sill. I know it was -4 this morning, but Franz is big and fat with plenty of fur and he cries all the time, regardless of the weaather. So I left him out there.
Like 80% of the people in Austria, we live in a Siedlung; our apartment, or wohnung, is on the end and we have a nice garden–what Americans call a backyard.
Big houses across the street; St. Peter is super bougeouise, mini suburbia–nice quiet streets, good for spazierengehen, the Sunday pasttime.