Just a few words on our comings and goings. It is January after all.
So, by the by we two left-brainers found ourselves with tickets to one of Vienna’s contemporary art museums, MUMOK. The museum is not a favorite of ours (we’ve visited on just one other occasion since we arrived here) but it is January after all, where the only other weekend activities are balls and brunches, neither of which we pursue.
Day 1. Feeling Hopeful.
Me. “I am calling to check on the status of this lost baggage.”
KLM. “The baggage is not lost. The Amsterdam ground team is looking for the baggage.”
Me. “If the baggage is not lost, why I am calling to check on the status?”
KLM. (Looooooong Pause.) “I am sorry.”
Traditions: Pelzhaus. Vienna is notable for their love of dogs; and also, judging by the numerous fur shops sprinkled around, fondness of furry woodland creatures whose skins can be worn when the thermometer dips. This particular fur shop is more than 90 years old and all of their offerings are still made by hand, with pelts carefully selected from “humane” farms. No irony there.
Place 11. “The Bonbons,” from “111 Places in Vienna That You Shouldn’t Miss.”
A shop as sweet on the inside as it smells, Vienna’s oldest candy store that first opened in 1936. A visit inside reveals nostalgic candies alongside the newest vegan and fair trade chocolates. Truly something for every sweet tooth.
A cringe-worthy post came across one of my Vienna social media news feeds last week: “Last year I went on a Christmas Market crawl and it was awesome! If anyone is interested I would love to arrange one for the group?”
It is more than enough for me that the online presence of my adopted hometown has been taken over bloggers who only see the city for its “Best This” and “Top Ten That;” and like wearing flip-flops and sloshing Sturm from a plastic cup on a vineyard hike, traipsing from Glühwein stall to Glühwein stall is Just. Wrong.