Continued from Vienna Day 2.
Today will be my last day in Vienna. I love how this city has been so chill. I love the strong coffeehouse culture here and it will be what I’ll miss the most about Vienna.
The cafe got so crowded that a couple asked to share the table with me. I happily obliged. The wife had a case for her cigarettes. Seems redundant to me. I thought that the whole point that cigarettes came in a carton was so that it didn’t need another carton?
This is what I saw down the street. St. Charles’s Church. There is a reflection pool in the front, but I didn’t think to get a good photo of the church with the reflection. I don’t think my lens is wide enough for it anyway….sour grapes.
Chilling out while listening to this accordion street musician jam out. He was really good. In fact, he was so good that I gave him an Euro and after I left the church plaza, I found myself still humming along to his tunes long after he had stopped playing to take a break.
I did go into the art museum, but unfortunately, no photos were allowed. I saw an exhibit by Hans Makart. There were some stunning pieces in there. Look up Venice Pays Homage to Caterina Cornaro. Now picture it being 20 plus feet wide in size! Other than that, I learned that Makart died from syphilis when he was in his mid 40s. Someone visited the whorehouses.
I stuck my hand through a hedge to get this photo of an area enclosed by hedges on all sides. Weeds and random plants grow rampant in here. How dare they not upkeep an area that only oddballs like me would think of looking.
Taken from inside Upper Belvedere looking out onto the garden. Again, no photos allowed in here, I had to sneak this one in. But, it was a photo out of the museum and not of an art work inside so I felt like I was only half cheating. Unlike Italy, where every single museum I went all the guards were dicking around on their phone, every single guard in Austria are very professional about doing their jobs.
After Belvedere, I ended up pretty far from the subway station so I had to take a long walk. Not only was it a long walk, it was also an unpleasant walk. This is what I saw for about 15 minutes. In fact, I took a picture of this area when I was on the train coming into Vienna and made fun of it for being ugly. No place to hide from the sun, no traffic calming devices, and no interesting people or shops to look at.
Hundertwasserhaus, super cool apartment building. It started as Friedensreich Hundertwasser’s artistic concept and was built more as art than building. I wonder how much of a premium in rent it demands relative to the other buildings around it.
After Hundertwasserhaus, I basically just chilled in my hotel room for a while. Read some emails, listened to some music and read some news. Got a taste of my old routine back in Austin.
I walked by this place two nights ago and it was the only restaurant with a waiting line out the door. I walked by it again tonight in search of dinner and decided to get in line to give it a try. If people are willing to wait in line for it, it must be something special, or have a kickass marketing department.
Slow moving line. I think I waited about 20 minutes. The longest line I’ve waited thus far in my whole vacation. Pretty incredible if you think about it since people complain about waiting for 2 hours to get into the Vatican Museum while I’ve waited just behind one single person.
I struck up a conversation with a very nice German couple from Hamburg who sat next to me. They told me that this restaurant is very famous and well known(Est. 1905!), hence the long lines. They came here to Vienna on vacation and this was high up on their list of places to visit. I am very glad I came here, even if it’s by random chance. They also told me that in Germany, there is a saying that if I don’t finish all of my food then it’ll bring bad weather. Then they added that the weather has been terrible all summer here in Europe and that it’s only been nice in the past two weeks. Sounds like an eating challenge!
Time to go to work while getting one last hit of my Viennese coffeehouse for a while. In the 3 days that I’ve been to Hawelka Cafe, not only do the servers know me already, but I’ve also recognized some of the other regulars here. I wish I could continue to come here every night regularly. There is also no music in any of the Viennese coffeehouses that I’ve been to. People talk quietly, and there isn’t the typical loud banging that we hear in the US when the old grounds gets ejected out. It’s just the right amount of noise in here.
A random observation about Vienna. Girls still wear pantyhoses over here in Austria just as part of a normal outfit. Very strange to see as I haven’t seen that in the States in ages. My mom used to wear pantyhose as part of daily wear, and even she doesn’t do that anymore.
Tonight I pack and most of tomorrow will be devoted to traveling. I am going to miss the chill out atmosphere of Vienna. Goodbye until next time to get my coffee fix.
To be continued at French Riviera Day 1, Nice.