Wienerwald salamander

One drizzly late afternoon at the foot of shrouded wooded hills infused with a misty twilight, a narrow path, lined with trees and slightly elevated as if on a motte, traversed the surrounding farm fields and vinyards. Framed between the gentle slopes of ravines one could catch a veiled glimpse of Vienna and the Millennium Tower down below, while a convent, perched on top of the looming hill and soon to be artificially illuminated, was looking down at me with severity. Further uphill I encountered several little guys more fit for a desert or rainforest due to their vibrant hues, rather than the outskirts of the Grinzing district.