Sitting at the Lake Terrace restaurant of the Schloss Fuschl, it’s impossible not to feel grateful. My father, who survived economic hardship, a war, and spent his remaining years in a factory until suffering a stroke at the age of 59, looked me in the eye from his wheelchair and without the slightest bit of irony, said, “it’s been a good life.” That I am permitted to enjoy pleasures my parents could never dream of is a blessing for which I am grateful every day. Watches are merely the icing on the cake.

Schloss Fuschl.

The view from the restaurant.

The obligatory Aperna. I mean negroni 🤭

Accomplished by my Santos.