sight: vibrant fruit at the Naschmarkt, gold foil motifs painted by Gustav Klimt, an imperial palace with a magnificent garden
sound: bold overtures from the orchestra at the Vienna Opera House, the cloppety-clop of horse hooves on cobbles, “Tschüss” (sounds like “choos” and German for goodbye)
taste: crispy veal schnitzel, warm Apfelstrudel dusted with sugar, cream-based coffee from some of the oldest coffee houses in the world
smell: beer from the Viennese version of Oktoberfest, rich Sachertorte chocolate, tulips + roses (because it smells like Dutch spirit)
touch: pleasant icy wind, plush velvet seats at the Vienna Opera House, crisp newspapers with black type slightly thicker to the touch
Vienna was the caboose of my 3 week journey, and boy was I glad to see it! It was the perfect balance of sights and serenity, and I was able to accomplish everything on my list without ever feeling overexerted. A big surprise after being in go-mode for the better part of this trip. I stayed in a relatively quiet quarter along the Danube, and since Vienna is huge, having a home base that was pretty central to public transportation was key. Between the metro and the tram, I was able to give my feet a little R + R.
My first stop was the Hundertwasserhaus – a Dali inspired facade with drippy mosaics in shiny, rich colors. The architecture was unbound by rules and unbent by expectations. I loved seeing this playful design that embodied the rule of thought, “Just more pretty, please.” After take a gazillion pics, I opted to stroll towards my next destination so that I could take the city in.
When I finally arrived at Hofburg Palace, I was transported to a different era. One that was ruled by top hats and horse-drawn carriages. I saw Heaven in the blue-green dome, the open square that holds so much history and the crown jewels that live here. Instinct led me towards the museum across the way next: Kunsthistorisches Museum. Here my brain was awakened at the sight of Renaissance and Baroque art. You’ll find such famous pieces as The Tower of Babel by Pieter Bruegel and Summer by Giuseppe Arcimboldo.
Because #YOLO, I had schnitzel for dinner (who’s counting?) at Restaurant Plachutta Gasthaus. With heaters, people watching and a cozy atmosphere, I’d definitely recommend it!
Having waited too long to buy tickets to the ballet, I ended up scalping one on the street