No plans Wednesday

Another morning, another potential 7 course breakfast:
Fruit salad and juice like yesterday, then ham and cold roast beef slices with cheese and carrot sticks with a cream cheese dip and chives (the carrot sticks are hiding under the smallest square dish with the dip):

Viennese sausages with goulash broth, a beef gravy type of sauce:

Egg of the day–a soft boiled egg with fresh chives and thyme:

Apple strudel:

It was raining but we decided to go see the clock at the Hoher Markt, a 19th century clock which has historical figures move across its face on the hour. The best time to go is noon when all 12 figures appear.  We headed out without thinking about where we were going and ended up walking almost in a circle for about 8 blocks when the clock was about 2 blocks away (duh!).  Crowds were gathering under the clock when we arrived at 11:40.  Musical tunes play over the almost 15 minutes when the figures are moving. Sidney was entirely underwhelmed. Some of the figures were Haydn, Empress Maria Theresia, Marcus Aurelius, but many we did not know or couldn’t figure out. The woman with the doughnut buns on the side of her head could not have been Princess Leia.



From there we did some silver ring shopping for Scott then walked to the Danube Canal which it turned out was next to an extremely busy roadway and tram tracks. I didn’t even take a photo. It was not as pleasant or bucolic as we had imagined it might be.  We walked along it for a ways but it did not appear to be getting anymore pleasant and we were leaving the central area so turned off the canal walk and headed back to the centre.
Not sure what this was with the foam fabric and rolls on the balcony and in the windows and doorways. It had a poster for something about Wagner.

I like the dog parks outside the central area. They are well fenced areas. This must have been encouraging poo pick up and even offered bags.

We walked back to the Imperial Palace area and stopped for lunch at Cafe Mozart where our Monday guide had told us Freud used to visit because it was near his house and office at the university. Sidney and I had salads because we intended to order dessert. The cake selection as displayed by Sid. How to choose?

I don’t like cake so ordered a hazelnut ice cream, chocolate sauce, vanilla whipped cream and candied walnut sundae.  It was enormous.

Sidney had chocolate mousse torte:

Neither of us could finish our dessert.
From there, we went to the Albertina Museum. The museum is housed in a former palace that retains some of its 18th century rooms. Some of the rooms were closed for a private functions so we saw some but not all of the art on display in the upper floors. The museum has the largest collection of works by Duerer as well as an impressive collection of Renaissance sketches.

Michelangelo sketch of the Rondanini Pieta


The Museum also has a temporary exhibition of Gottfried Helnwein, an Austrian artist whose major themes included commentary on violence against children. His style is hyper-realistic so look like photographs. Despite the number of people looking at the exhibition, you could have heard a pin drop.  On the wall was a quote from the artist commenting that people get disturbed by his paintings which are not about real events, yet the same people are not disturbed by the news where real children are abused, murdered or victims of war.
The Museum also shows contemporary art in its new space in the basement. The steps were decorated to look like the Monet painting now on display.


For dinner, we decided to try something non-Austrian again so went to Nirvana, an Indian restaurant.


We ate in the enclosed outside area. The dishes were disturbingly the same colour but reasonably flavourful.  Not the best Indian dishes we’ve tried but having some spice was good as was having some vegetables.

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