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| A lot of urban flea markets are out in the, um, less interesting areas of town; not so Vienna, where it is smack in town and well within the beautiful area |
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| Typical building in view; Vienna has lots of Art Nouveau, but not as consistently or densely as old Prague |
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| More flea market, more interesting buildings |
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| Ditto |
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| Ditto again |
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| And again; the four or five aisles go on for nearly a kilometer, I guess; we were profoundly impressed; but we didn't buy anything; were we more stationary and domestic, and not nomads, I suppose we might have...there was plenty of interesting stuff |
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| Now we are in the regular market, which features ingredients from just about any cuisine; well, maybe not Eskimo; my one purchase, from an authentically Turkish-looking person, in a Turkish-looking store, was a can of the wonderful Kurukahaveci Mehmet Effendi coffee, which I stood in line to purchase at the Spice Market in Istanbul; ah, Turk Kahvesi... |
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| At the end of the market,we noticed we were just across the strasse from the Secession, one of Vienna's and art history's great places; so, of course, we we went in and toured (it was hot outside, and the museum looked cool within) |
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| Mostly for the close-up Klimt (vastly over-rated, IMHO; but then I am still bitter that they didn't fly the Confederate (traitor) flag nor do the Rebel Yell)((that's a joke, son; actually I despise all the trappings of the American South)) |
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| After which Rebecca and Penelope went back to the apartment for some family time, and Vicki and I toured the Gemaldegalerie of the Academy of Fine Arts; they have a strictly enforced "no fotos" policy, so I have little to show for it except this picture of Schiller, staring across the park... |
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| At Goethe |
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