Yep, that's a pair of feet in socks with the thumb toe sticking out through a hole, making the whole scene a cross between Monty Python and Woody Allen. Fortunately I am far enough to miss the smell.
I arrive at Vienna and my effort to contact my AirBnB host doesn't bring any fruits. Turns out that she decided last minute to be away from the apartment taking a chance for a weekend trip and her message that followed my attempts to contact her has some poor instructions of where the apartment keys are. Here's another cross between Monty Python and Woody Allen: she left the keys in a pot INSIDE the building. Yep, as if I have the keys to the building in the first place. I'll skip you what I told her and will transfer you straight to the scene where I wait outside the building to grab the chance of someone coming out so I go in before the door closes, wearing the innocent face of someone who has the keys but is glad someone else has just spared me from using them. Fortunately this happens before I run out of patience and start ringing irrelevant people. We exchange smiles with the guy coming out, I do find the keys in that pot and I finally make it to the place I booked. It's a room in a big apartment and lucky me everyone is out for the weekend so I have it all at my disposal.
And my room is aptly tagged: