We walked out toward the Ringstrasse. The air smelled of wet streets and car exhaust. Maris walked fast, taking great long strides as she moved. (Sleeping in Flame)

We caught a tram and rode it around the Ring. Even in the rain people were out walking. Open horse-drawn carriages, full of sightseers, wheeled slowly down the middle of the street. (Sleeping in Flame)

The Ringstrasse was old-time lovely; enormous trees cast shadows across freshly painted benches. (Outside the Dog Museum)