I have no pictures, except those in my mind. I had taken my mother to Vienna, in 1972. She was losing her eyesight and wanted to see Europe while she could. Vienna was on her wish list. While we were there (stayed near Einstein's quarters), she became ill and had to stay indoors. I wandered around by myself. Didn't stop in any coffee houses, but remember vividly the opera, the coffee houses and the pastries displayed in windows. We had to leave Vienna in a hurry because there was an outbreak of smallpox in Kosovo. While my smallpox vaccine was fresh, she hadn't had one since infancy.

That's my memory of Vienna and its coffee shops--perhaps not what you had in mind, but still quite vivid.