Tony had a repeat work trip in Trieste, a city we both appreciate for its coastal location (translation: seafood!). The plan had been to drive down for the weekend, and then I would drive back to Vienna on Monday while Tony carried on with his work matters.
A compilation. In the Spring Tony and I took a day trip to the former Reichswerke Hermann Göring in Linz, now in part the Vöestalpine Museum of Contemporary History. Over the summer Jack and I had occasion to drop in on the little-known Documentation Center of Austrian Resistance in Vienna; and, disappointed by a new French cafe that was way oversold, found ourselves one afternoon wandering the Servitenviertel neighborhood of Vienna’s 9th district, rich in Jewish history.
August’s weather has not been terribly kind. Blistering hot during the week, to the point where the city prohibited use of the Grillplätze in its parks; thank goodness those of us with gardens could heat up the Weber and not our kitchens on the hot days. Rain washed away two sets of long weekend plans, and nearly ruined this past weekend. But I digress.
A new branch of the Public Library just opened near our house, and it was difficult to not notice the Stolpersteine at the entrance. The building once was home to a famous Austrian poet and writer, Erich Fried, who fled to London in 1938 after the Gestapo murdered his father. Four other persons in the building were also Holocaust victims.
“The plan” had been Munich, to cheer on our favorite Lady Knight and the team, in the first of the two season final tournaments. Alas, Mother Nature conspired against us in the form of cold temperatures and rain, and it being the only shelter at MIS is for the athletes, we canceled our hotel and remained in Vienna.