Tag Archives: Vienna

Freud’s Couch

I like any museum which requires you to ring the doorbell before they let you in. There is a tantalizing, awkward pause when you debate whether you’ve actually found the right location, or have (yet again) wandered into a residential district with your head burrowed in a map and brochures sprouting from every conceivable pocket read more »

Sherbert Waltzes

Vienna might be the best metropolis for starving artists. Coffee first made European mornings bearable via Austria’s capital, when retreating Turks abandoned bags of the caffeinated beans in their wake. Ever since Vienna has been a serious cafe town. Its denizens pride themselves in lounging around coffee houses, sipping brew. That combined, with the abundant read more »

Back in Bewilderment

I forgot how nice it is to wind up in the middle of a country where I don’t speak the language and probably lack a functional ATM card. I like the sound of German, but to date can do little more than order a beer, count to “one” and mutter a couple of polite nothings. read more »