The time had come. We’ve been here now almost two months, and the only Klimt we’ve seen is on the umbrellas, totes, matchboxes, keyrings, scarves, pillow covers, music boxes, mirrors, magnets, bookmarks, paperweights, and candy boxes at every souvenir kiosk. We had not seen real Klimt.
Belvedere Palace, the summer home for the brilliant general, Prince Eugene of Savoy whose strategies helped vanquish the Turks boasts, “More Klimt than anywhere in the world,” so off we went. The Klimt exhibit was indeed impressive, although the many docents glaring at anyone who dared make any motion resembling an attempt to move in closer to a painting felt a little disruptive. I understand that Vienna loves Klimt, so why not do what the French do at the Louvre with the Mona Lisa? Put up velvet ropes, and let us enjoy the art. The Belvedere has other collections that we enjoyed, as well; in particular, a temporary exhibit on Austrian painters who traveled the “Occident and Orient” inspired us to add Sarajevo to our travel wish list.
Belvedere also boasts considerable Baroque, and this palace is one of those where taking the time to look at the sculptures really adds to the visit.
The main stairwell.
With all of the houses in the surrounds, Lower Belvedere is barely visible in the background. Prince Eugene probably wouldn’t like the view today.
Belvedere boasts considerable Baroque, doesn’t it?
The flowers looked so bright and cheery when the sun came out.
Lower Belvedere, the Orangery, and the Stables don’t skimp on flowers.
Or Baroque sculpture, either.