A Lingering Taste of Vienna

Sounds of yesteryear, coffeehouse culture, a gluten-free chocolate hazelnut slice to make right now, and more...

It was a drizzly, grey Sunday morning when we landed in Vienna after an eight-hour flight. The streets were empty and quiet, even around the normally tourist-flocked Stephansplatz, which we tip-toed through in search of a coffeehouse for breakfast. Our first impression of Vienna, laughably now, was, “Where is everybody?” Our second impression was, “What year is this?”, because listen to the sounds we were hearing as we crossed through the inner city:

The reason for this trip was twofold: Peter and I needed a proper getaway just to ourselves, so it had to be somewhere new where we didn’t know anyone; and I, for some time now, have been craving the taste of an older Europe and wondering where I could find it. For at least the past year, a little voice has been whispering in my ear, “Vienna!” And so, Vienna it was, even if I had no idea whether that little voice could be trusted.

Always trust little voices.