I booked a weekend in
When the weekend approached I realised it was falling in a rather busy period, but never mind – it were only two days and I would be happily distracted from my daily worries. I booked a hostel and borrowed a city guide in order to find my bearings around
The weather on Saturday was glorious: a perfectly clear Autumn day made
In front of the Parliament the white marble of Athena’s fountain dazzled me not only because of the morning sun that it reflected, but also because of its perfect proportions and aesthetic beauty. With this marvellous sculptural group as a starting point, I couldn’t expect anything less from the rest of the Ringerstrasse
After seeing the principal landmarks and strolling in the central streets, I followed the trail of Jugendstil and Secessionist art. There are indeed outstanding architectural as well as pictorial examples in
When I stood in front of Karlsplatz underground station and later the Wienzeilenhäuser by Otto Wagner I was simply lost in admiration. There were certainly many more gems to be ferreted out of this city if only I could follow the trails of my treasure map, but sadly the day was already turning to an end.
In the morning, as I strolled around the Hofburg, I had stopped at a booth advertising the white night of museums, which was taking place all over the country that very night. A combined ticket gave access to unlimited attractions for the duration of the event, i.e. from until . After the long tiring walking and cycling day, I hesitated whether I should do it. but in the end my brave self had the upper hand, and after only half an hour’s break I was on a second mission at the Belvedere Palaces with interesting exhibitions of paintings. Here again I found early XIX century art and notably Gustav Klimt’s painting.
His best-known piece, the Kiss, was on show too, but paradoxically I had seen it enough in the shop windows to feel authentic first-time emotion. It is a real shame that the greatest masterpieces, such as Michelagelo’s fingers, Mantegna’s angels or Raffaello’s putti, should be reproduced on tea mugs, carrier bags, posters and what not. A ban should be imposed on vilifying art in this shameful manner. A fine should be given to whoever sells and buys such goods, if the fact of possessing these horror items were not enough to degrade the owner as irremediably “common”.
In the lower Belvedere the fine collection of travel landscapes painted on the route of the Orient was good to lift my spirits to higher ground. If I was looking for more travel suggestions, I certainly found many, but