For the last few weeks the weather here has been
brilliant – not too hot but something comparable to an average summer day in
England. On the morning of Thursday 12th April my parents and
grandmother came to visit me in Vienna. I don’t know how they did it, but they
seemed to have brought the rainy weather with them! Knowing my way around the
city, I walked them from sight to sight with little regard for their fatigue after
their early start and long flight; after dropping off their luggage at the Nh
Belvedere Hotel, I marched them down Kärntner
Straße to Sephansdom and from
here to the Hofburg Palace, the Parliament, and the Rathaus. At Rathausplatz there
was a festival celebration with plenty of beer huts and people dressed in their
finest lederhosen. On our journey back towards the hotel we passed Museumsquartier,
and decided to take a detour along Mariahilfer Straße to find a restaurant. With more shops than eateries (which
were chain restaurants), we took a small side street and settled for ‘Gelateria
Frascati’, an Italian Restaurant (not just an ice cream store as you might
expect from the name).
Rathausplatz
The weather the next day had improved, so we seized the
opportunity to walk around the Belvedere Gardens before heading to the Schloß Schönbrunn and taking a tour around the palace. The tour
concentrated on the lives of Emperor Franz Joseph and Empress Elizabeth (known
as ‘Sisi’) of Austria. Of all the information taken in that day I remember most
clearly two things; that Franz Joseph had some impressive mutton chops; and
that Sisi suffered a tragic assassination by Italian anarchist Luigi Lucheni
(with a three sided file).
Inside the Schloß Schönbrunn
Parents at the Schloß Schönbrunn gardens
That evening we went to an orchestra performance accompanied
by opera singers and ballet at the Palais Auersperg. The orchestra played music
by Mozart and Johann Strauss. After we went to the Zwölf Apostelkeller, a traditional Austrian restaurant.
The oval performance room in the Palais Auersperg
The following day the drizzle came back so we took a tour
inside the Hofburg palace and saw some impressive, but rapidly very boring,
collections of ornate gold, silver and porcelain tableware and furnishings. We
saw more of the royal rooms and amusingly the audio guide made many references
to the Emperor’s “frugal” lifestyle – by this it meant, an elaborately
furnished room with paintings and all, but with a single bed in place of a
double (the tour certainly wouldn't have made his subjects more comfortable
about paying taxes). In the afternoon I had to depart to attend Şefkat’s
birthday celebration at Centimeter Restaurant.
On Sunday we met up again in a café near Stephansplatz and I taught them Briscola with a pack of Italian cards specially brought back for me from Trento by Federico. With my parents and grandmother needing to catch a flight in the afternoon I said cheerio and went home (where I then cried for days on end…. honestly).
On Sunday we met up again in a café near Stephansplatz and I taught them Briscola with a pack of Italian cards specially brought back for me from Trento by Federico. With my parents and grandmother needing to catch a flight in the afternoon I said cheerio and went home (where I then cried for days on end…. honestly).
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