Okay, somewhere, nick cave is grinding his teeth at my perversion of a good song.
Having gotten that out of the way, I can report a glorious sunny day in Vienna, doing nothing but walking miles and miles all day, with a couple subway rides in there. As a consequence, this post has no observations on humanity, art, or the price of tea in Simla.
When I left my hotel, I set out towards the southwest, but I zigzagged a bit. After a while, I ended up near St. Ruprecht’s church on a street named after Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius. Somehow, I managed four years of Latin without learning that he died in Vienna?
Moving south, I found a post office before beating east. I was seeking , and found, the Hunnertwasser House near the canal.
After discovering I couldn’t go inside, I zigzagged north and east until I reached the Prater, at which point I realized I was starving, and scarfed down a kasekraner and a soda. Without those, I figured, I’d never reach the Danube.
At that point, still thinking I could make it to the aqua-terra, housed in an old flak tower from WW11, I hopped the Ubahn to donauinsel, a stop atop a bridge over an island in the Danube. Got all that?
I walked back over the bridge and found a church whose name I have yet to find, but it sits at Mexicoplatz:
I wanted to see “the Third Man,” showing in English at a local theater, but an involuntary nap nixed that idea. Since it only shows on Tuesdays and Fridays, I won’t catch that chance again.
Nor will I get to see this production at the theater up the street from my hotel: