Vienna

We were delivered to our hotel in a back street about ten minutes walk from the Town Hall.
This was a rather quaint hotel converted from at least two buildings and decorated in one or two hundred year old style.


Ross in the lift


The lift carried a maximum of three and two could sit down. You opened one wood panelled door and the second opened automatically. There were double glazed windows to keep the room warm but we needed to sleep with the windows open as there were no ways of cooling.
Hapsburg Palace

Vienna is a very attractive city. It is clean and busy but not impossibly conjested. It seems to have got through the war either unscathed or with much reconstruction.

The food seemed similar to Prague though there were less street stalls with sausages and more Schnitzel. Beer was again everywhere though there was possible more wine and we also saw Somersby Cider, and thought of our children.


St Stephens Cathedral
In Prague we had done a free walking tour and also a Hop on Hop off Small Bus Tour. The free (for tips) tour was excellent but the bus tour left us sick as it treated the city like a raceway.
The Vienna Hop on Hop off was excellent and a great way to get out to the Hapsburg Summer Palace with its acres of gardens. We leave today for Budapest a short (2hr) fast train trip from here.

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