Our second day in Vienna and the first time we had a choice of tours, a visit to see the Spanish Riding School training session, a visit to Schonbrunn Palace or a visit to the Museum of Fine Arts. I wasn't keen to see the horses and rather had seen the palace but R and our friends wanted to see the horses. It was quite boring and preceded by a lecture on the boat by someone from the school. She waxed about how well the horses were looked after, their easy retirement, etc etc, no doubt to head off critical thoughts when we saw them. It did not work for R or myself and I consider the way the Lipizzan horses make very unnatural movements to be cruel.
So, to get there we were on the bus again for half an hour, becoming somewhat used to the route the bus took. After the horses, we left early, we wandered around town and had some lunch and we did not have to be back on the boat until 11pm, but we decided to return at about 4pm and indulge in relaxing time, and dinner of course.
I would be scared to look at how many euro this vase cost.
Vienna is certainly a very beautiful city.
We bought some nuts to nibble on. The lady who served us was so charming. Our friend BJ through the whole trip kept buying punnets of strawberries and sometime blueberries and they were superior to what we can buy here.
I went into the tourist information office to ask about using the trams and subway train. We took a tram ride from the southern edge of the city to the northern. I had previously studied a train map and worked out how to get to the station for the train to get to the station near our boat.
I think we are at the northern edge of the city, Schwedenplatz. The underground railway was nearby.
Overkill with the warning picture, yet I noted in both Austria and Germany, work site safety was no where near anything it is like in Australia, and probably England too. Where were the high viz and helmets for building site workers? How can our boat crew hang off the side of the boat cleaning windows?
We had been transported by bus to and from the mooring point twice yesterday, and once this morning to the town. The bus trip took about half an hour each way. Within five minutes on the train, we were back with a five minute walk to the boat.
Yes, this is our station to get off to walk to our boat.
I take it from the sign, it is a dog park, hundezone.
Ferals with large dogs, as you would see in Melbourne, except they spoke another laguage and pretty loud and ugly sounding language at that.
A train ran along the river bank. The boom went down very early.
Wien is of course Vienna. This was the bridge at the rear end of our boat.
Not nearly as bad as graffiti when approaching Gare du Nord in Paris.