Yes, travel was on the cards again
this month with visits to a rainy tail-of-summer Europe.
With the taste of Gatsby and the
green light still tempting from a repeat performance on a ten hour flight,
we walked the streets of Vienna under the chill of an overcast sky. The incredible height of the buildings (so
different to the bowl The Travelling Goldfish usually calls home), together
with the tangible ancient history led to beautiful imaginings and cliché statue
photo opportunities.
The afternoon’s palette was
enticed by the likes of Picasso, Miró, Kirchner, Monet, Degas, presented together
with Imperial Torte and Viennese coffee and a just-wet city landscape.
Around every corner sat empty street
cafés (the catalogued ambition of every
trendy café back home), their umbrellas closed against the sky’s threatening
rain, their seats glistening, positioned correctly but not offering a welcome
seat. We walked the steps of Beethoven and Mozart from city apartments to the
Schönbrunn Palace’s Mirror Room (where six year old Mozart first performed for
Empress Maria Theresia) and marvelled at mankind’s potential for greatness.
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