A journey to Vienna... for my second experience in Austria

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Once again Vienna, capital of my Austrian Airlines. We fly from Barcelona, starting a fresh morning Catalan, to 6.40, excellent cuisine, coffee, prompt delivery, excellent service, a lady confirms Austrian company.
Vienna is waiting for us with its cool blue sky, inviting desserts, coffees fragrant, buildings, ancient and modern, the sound of the music that pervades and convince us not to be there by chance. And if we did not. Paul has decided to celebrate his birthday, the magical capital of Austria, including wine bars and exclusive clubs or perhaps large eat schnitzel, beer, Sacher cake, bratwurst and quant 'other.
And in fact ... wander around the ring, entering in Stephandom mammoth, its beautiful square, the street Garben, to the Hofburg, the palace, passing through the coffee Memel, Renaissance palaces, domes greenish regal magnificence and real empire extraordinary. All I remember Franz Josep and Maria Theresa, two ghosts hovering in broad daylight in the streets of Vienna, remembering to be in Paris of the East, in Prague in the south, in Milan in Austria, ect ..
a little Turkish, a bit of Milan, some Central European, some Hungarian, some Slavic bridge between East and West, the bridge between two cultures and ways of seeing the world, two parties are now united by globalization and capitalism hardened, but have seen in Vienna port D ¡balaurdo last entry or one of the two parties.
Always in the middle, as in the middle is the Belvedere palace built by Prince Eugene of Savoy, the great general prejudice Vienna From the Ottoman invasion, and saved the Europe for another story.
An 'other wonder: Karlkirche, the church dedicated to San Carlo Borromeo, when the plague was rampant in the streets and the dead were of poor Vienna a ghost town with no future. To him the divine salvation from a black period.
Schönbrunn, the magnificent palace at Versailles, with its fantastic gardens, its fountains, its glimpses of gifts, the little square where Marie Antoinette left his mother and her bridesmaids to go towards a future without glory, without a head.
And then again the Prater, with its wheel, the Danube with its go slow and relentless, the stories that carries away, along with doubts .... always return to Vienna, and when one feels like it.
Capital of a beautiful country, where you can eat wonderfully, wonderfully drunk, a country where even your dear pets are welcome everywhere as divintà protected, except instead of our Latin countries .. uff ...
Viva Vienna ... and the music resumes.
Andrea