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We are sitting around a plastic table in a smoke filled room. The ceilings are high—old Vienna architecture—and the chatter loud. Deep Purple spins into the air, black wax in the corner of the room, just one record out of a box retrieved by our new German friend. His grandfather had them from back in the day. This is his room, one of four in a large flat in the second district of the city.
As I sit there and listen to the German banter, not really understanding a single word, I am reminded of how similar this all feels. I mean, there are hundred year old buildings just outside, the beer is almost twice as large as normal, and everyone has a strong mixture of love-contempt for American (read, my) culture, but I feel at home. Continue reading
Europe holds some seriously amazing art. Lavishly displayed in churches, museums, and galleries, the art is arguably the most pertinent reason to be in Europe. Upon arriving in Vienna we decided this was place to check out something solid, something officially “art” worthy. This manifested in a museum, the Kunsthistorisches Museum (say that ten times fast), located along the inner-circle of the city, a historically key section of Vienna.
Conveniently located at the “Museaum Quartier” metro stop—Vienna is a very tourist friendly city—the Kunsthistorisches Museaum, literally the “Museum of Art History”, was picked out of a slew of amazing art sights. We wanted the excitement of witnessing a famous painting, akin to seeing a movie star; the rush of adrenaline that comes when you see that specific piece that changed the course of human art. Or something like that. We also wanted to see some renowned local (read Eastern European) work. Continue reading