We started out our final day in Vienna a little later than the past two, because we had to check out of the hotel before departing for the day's adventures. Since our train left at night but checkout is midday, the hotel was pleased to hold our stuff until closer to when we departed.
We decided to head back down towards the Spanish riding school. Laurel had wanted to do some souvenir shopping on Thursday, but she hadn't gotten a chance to do it because the riding school's shop closed early in preparation for their grand ball on Friday evening. We were soon stopped, however, by some sort of marching band. We never completely figured out what they were, but they played a song familiar to the school's performances, which...