Due to its legacy, as it produced musical prodigies like Mozart, Beethoven, and Brahms, Vienna has been dubbed as the City of Music. It is also said to be the City of Dreams, as this was the place the brilliant Sigmund Freud called home. Evident upon every road and alleyway, embedded in Vienna’s architecture and the people that pass you by, is the inspiration that allowed the aforementioned figures to make a name for themselves; and I’m blessed enough to have experienced this inspiring city as well.
Starting the morning bright and early, at around six in the morning to be exact, I decided to go for a walk by the square fronting my hotel. It seemed different from the day before, with barely any people in sight and all the usually tourist-filled establishments still closed. As much as I already fell in love with Vienna the moment I caught a glimpse of it, it was an extreme delight to see it in a different way, to see how bare it was, with no tourists in sight parading in groups, no restaurants enticing you with their impeccable dishes, and no people to battle with just to go to the main attractions. It was one of the moments where I can say, I honestly felt like a traveler and not a tourist, when I appreciated what the city had to offer, beyond what its known for, and just took everything in.
After my morning walk, I went to breakfast, which you can read about here: Hotel Review: Hotel Am Stephansplatz. Later that morning, Maxime arrived. He flew in so we could spend the day together before I started my tour around Eastern Europe and our first stop, was of course, the Stephansdom.Even if it was my second time inside this glorious structure, still, it took my breath away. That day, we actually visited the same sights I visited the day before, but given that his camera is way better than mine, let me show you how beautiful Vienna truly is from a better perspective – or lens, rather. One of the advantages of having a boyfriend who’s a photography enthusiast is the fact that you don’t have to ask him to take photos of you; he just clicks away.Having spent sunset at the Burggarten the day before, I decided to bring him there, knowing it would be even more stunning, since the sun was out. While we were around Burggarten, a little girl handed me a flower and I took it, said thank you, and so, we started to walk away. She followed us and started mumbling something in a language neither of us could understand; she then let out her hand signalling us to give her money. I tried giving back the flower, since in the first place, I thought it was a gift, but she wouldn’t take it back. We tried telling her we didn’t have money, but it also didn’t work. In the end, Maxime handed her a coin and we tried to walk away, but she asked for more. When we were stern about not giving more, she finally walked away, leaving us with the flower. Later on, I found out that Maxime had already given her two Euros for the flower; and I’m sure she just got it off of one of the plants in the garden! That aside, we hoped that the two Euros did the little girl well. After a quick lunch, we headed back to Stephansplatz to pick up my things and took the underground to the hotel where I would meet my tour group later that night. We, then, took the tram to Schönbrunn Palace, which you can read about in Schönbrunn Palace & Gardens.
Vienna, in a nutshell, exhibits Austrian grandeur and the inspiration to just bask in the beauty it exudes; and I’m sure this is why most musical prodigies called this city home. They saw how every corner, together with its intricate architecture, should be accompanied by music. And seeing Vienna reassured me that this definitely is the place where music comes alive.