Sacher Torte, Mozart & 'Wein' by the pitcher
Vienna had always manifested itself as a quixotically regal destination, where daily rituals included ‘ein Klein’ Viennese Coffee and Sacher torte, a stroll through landscaped gardens, and evenings of Mozart. Little did I know that it was to be further embellished, and not just because of the concert ticket from the bosses but that did play a part. Not going to a Mozart concert while I was there would have been sacrilege.
I also paid his musical highness a visit at Burrgarten. Such a shame it was a statue. I would have quite liked to join him for a cuppa ;)
If only there was a time machine…
(sigh…)
The garden, which used to be the private gardens of the Emperor Franz Joseph and Empress Sisi, is the perfect place to walkabout, and even better with one of those audio guides. I did the whole route which included a walk through the courtyard of the imperial Palace and the Sacher Hotel, with a bit of storytelling laced through it.
I’m beginning to think hair and beauty culture came from the beauty routine of the Empress Sisi, who as history tells it, was known for her beauty, and lustrous long hair… which, believe it or not was actually heel length. Who does that?
Have you ever seen anyone with hair that long? Apparently she called herself “slave of my hair”. ‘Speed dressing’ was obviously not a necessity in those days. That said, she does seem quite the power woman; she was apparently the best horse-rider who’s only rival was the Empress Eugénie of France.
Then of course there was the icing on the cake…. Sacher Torte, at the Sacher Hotel, where I met Sisi, an elderly writer on the table beside me, (the name seemed apt… I couldn’t tell how old she was but she had certainly aged with grace. Sort of how I imagine Scarlet twenty years from now).
The best part, I have to say was the evening weaving through the fountains in the gardens of the Schönbrunn Palace Gardens. It was the one of the most spectacular sunsets I had ever seen. I sat on a ledge looking out from the top of Schönbrunn Hill floating amidst the symphonies of Mozart when HE called.
He was back from his trip….and I daresay, back to doing an impressive job of impressing yours truly ;) I hadn’t spoken to him a lot while he was away but the little has gone a long way *blush*.
It was almost too perfect, the setting, the conversation, the music still trickling through my earphones….was I dreaming?
The way things have panned out since my return – he surprised me with flowers at the airport, among other things. I so did not expect that…Are things going too well or am I just being paranoid?
Oh, he’s calling *blush*
Will finish my Vienna memoirs later.....won't be long, I promise x
Toodles x ;)
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