Except that Annie never had to hide.
As Lisle remarked about her father, Captain von Trapp, “He’s a big naval hero. He was even decorated by the emperor.”
Just a sampling of the 17.200 objects in the Wiener Porzellanmanufaktur, first granted the imperial privilege in 1718, on display at the Museum of Applied Arts for my first art group outing of the new season a couple of weeks ago, to recognize 300 years of the second-oldest porcelain manufacturer in Europe.
Brunnenmarkt is one of Vienna’s markets where you find real life, and is one to which I return time and again when the family requests grilled lamb cutlets for dinner. Last week was one such occasion, and I thought to take a few snaps along the way. (“My” Halal butcher is superb; I once explained that I wanted “beautiful cutlets” for a dinner party, and he hand trimmed each one. Now I routinely ask for beautiful cutlets. I am spoiled like that.)
A journey through Western art history, courtesy of an Austrian billionaire.
Traditions: Fleischerei. The local butcher. Having spent numerous Saturdays walking with my grandmother to her preferred butcher, I certainly appreciate the couple of locales that I frequent here in Vienna.
Fleischerei Ringl has been at this location since 1924, a testimony to their quality (Herr Ringl makes the sausages himself) from free range animals on Waldviertel farms. And like any savvy business, in order to maintain their success they keep abreast of their customer’s changing palates with offers like the “Extrawurst Ohne Mehl” (a gluten-free sandwich meat kind of, sort of, like American bologna), but still offer classics like “Rindfleisch Gelee” (beef aspic).