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.”
Continue reading “Art, Archives, and Boring Beef Tartare. Long Night of the Museum!”
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.
An invitation from one of the expat groups landed in my inbox offering an opportunity to play Vintner for a Day, harvesting grapes in the vineyards of Manuel Nössing. Of course we went.
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.
On the day before we departed for Minsk we elected to remain close to home because, well, procrastination meant that we had not even opened a suitcase, much less put anything into it, so we perhaps could not idle away the entire day.
At least there was Schnitzel.
Continue reading “Hiking and Schnitzeling. Not Quite as Planned.”