Mom woke up this morning with an irritated eye and after changing her contacts it just got worse. Hoping it will calm down, we go out and on the Graben, we stop in an accessory shop so she can buy sunglasses. I spy a beautiful blue and green scarf on sale for only 8 euro and buy it as well.
The Imperial Apartments are well furnished and even include Elizabeth's bathroom, the first of it's kind with indoor plumbing in Vienna.
I always find myself wondering why we cannot see the kitchens or servants quarters whenever I've toured a palace or castle. What was life like behind the scenes?
Dr. Georg Burggasser (Herrengasse 6-8) speaks perfect English and tells Mom that she's been wearing her contacts for too long and she's badly irritated her eye. He gives her a prescription for drops and ointment and asks her to return tomorrow for a follow-up. His fee is only 30 euro, and the prescriptions at a pharmacy, another 8 euro. Would that have been possible in the US without insurance?
Our room, #203, is a "classic" room, and what the front desk clerk refers to as an "apartment" (it's not). There are 2 rooms, one with two twin beds, an armoire, and a tv, and another with a single bed and tv. The ceilings are at least 16 feet high and the bathroom is very small with a tiny stall shower and a light that's on a dial timer. We are each given a little amenity pack as we check in rather than finding them in the bathroom. In all, an ok room, neat and clean, but lacking in personality.
We dump our bags and take the metro down to the Museum Quartier where I've been dying to see the Modern Art museum (MUMOK). I'd seen it in an article in the LA Times a few months ago and the grey basalt cube of a building had a upside-down house implanted in the top. That house must have been a temporary exhibit because it was gone. In addition, this week they were in the process of changing the exhibits so half the museum was closed to the public. At this point, I decide not to go in since my mom doesn't really appreciate modern art anyway.
We walk across the street to the Natural History museum only to find that it's closed on Tuesdays. Ooops! Well, what's a girl to do now? It's strudel time!
We are greeted with a "Buona sera!" as we walk through the door. I'm instantly happy. The menu is in Italian with German translations and with my limited Italian, and a German phrasebook, I can translate almost everything. Our waiter is adorable and jokes with us in Italian the entire night. He brings the bottles for the wines by the glass to our table since they are not detailed on the menu. We each have a glass of Palio- Montepulclano de Abruzzo which is on the menu only as "corvo rosso"
I usually won't order Tiramisu in restaurants anymore, but tonight it turns out to be one of the best I've had in a long time and obviously homemade.
Obilgatory Smart Car photo
Statue in fron of Hofburg
In front of Natural History Museum