X. "Allons-y!"

Roses in the Volksgarten; I took this photo yesterday.

Well, today's my last full day in Vienna (for now). As before the beginning of the term, it's not really registered in my mind yet. I've been here ten weeks, and only now am I getting some sense of what life's like here. I have resolved that I must return, preferably sooner than later.

For the curious, I have taken some pictures. (Yes, I know they're on Facebook, but anyone should be able to view them. For the record, I loathe Facebook precisely because it is so convenient.) Here are the albums, from throughout the term:
Wienerreise (Vienna)
Egészségünkre! (Budapest)
Greetings from Czechia (Brno)
"Döner macht schöner!" (Vienna)
Praga mater urbium (Prague)
The Heart of Mitteleuropa (Prague)
No Polish Jokes, Please (Krakow)
Ich werde wandern (Vienna, Salzburg)
Last Waltz in Vienna

Today I plan to make it all the way around the Ring, and then, for dinner, Schnitzel King. It really is a fine restaurant...

IX. Spargelzeit

Here in lovely Vienna it is the height of asparagus season, and it is a gustatory delight to take part in it. After a service with the Anglicans, we went over to Café Prückel again; their Spargelcremesuppe is outstanding (and the Eiskaffee very good as well). It is now beyond question that Prückel is my favorite café in the city; if I could live anywhere here, I think it would have to be somewhere on the western side of the Third District (Landstraße), within a short walk of Christ Church, Stadtpark, and the café. And it seems that side of the Ring gets more sunlight, anyway; over on Schottenring it's too shady, at least in the afternoon. (There is one thing over there that grabs my attention every time I pass it, though: the Kleinbahn shop. If I ever have the money and an empty basement, I am going to have a miniature railroad in it, by gum.)

Freud walked around the Ring every day, it is said. There are certainly worse places to walk. I didn't quite make it all the way around today, but I did a respectable two-thirds, from Prückel around and up to the U4 stop at Schottenring. (You can see my route on that map, there.) It's getting so that I could actually see myself living in Vienna; I'm entirely uncertain how I'll be able to leave so soon.

VI. Ostern

Is today Easter already? Has it been three weeks since my last entry? Do I have things to write about? Yes, yes and, apparently, yes.

The last three days I've attended services at Christ Church Vienna, a very friendly (English-speaking) Anglican congregation; today I went to both services, and was, for the second, conscripted into the choir. It appears I'll be attending there somewhat regularly for the rest of the term. (They were kind enough to let me practice on their Casavant organ! Oh how I've missed the touch of the keys on my fingers... and, er, feet.) Anglicans seem to be quite an amiable bunch; their theology is so middle-of-the-road that it's hard to disagree with them violently on anything. In any case, the congregation of Christ Church was particularly kind. (Of course, compared to the Viennese, anyone who looks you in the eye and says words to you is the epitome of gregariousness. I thought for several weeks that perhaps I just didn't understand the Viennese; I think now that I do, and that they're simply not pleasant people.)

I've done so many things that it would be silly to write about them all. This past weekend I visited the Lainzer Tiergarten, which used to be the Habsburgs' private hunting grounds. We saw lots of wild boar tracks, but thankfully no wild boars. It was a beautiful day, with a refreshing breeze, and we went up to the overlook and looked over Vienna. It's a beautiful city from any angle. We then proceeded from the Tiergarten to a Biergarten, and had Spätzle and Radlers, which is a delicious combination. (A Radler is half-beer, half-lemonade; even I, who rather dislike beer, enjoy it.) Finally the weather is coöperating, as if to make up for those dreary first few weeks: we've had seventy-degree weather with no rain for more than a week now.

V. Andenken

I got out to Mexikoplatz today; apparently the Assisikirche there has English-language services. They weren't listed on the schedule. But it was a nice excursion I had, anyway. Then I got a bit lost on the U-Bahn, ending up north of the Danube; from there, I headed back to Schwedenplatz, then returned home on foot. It's quite easy to forget how small the city actually is: I walked across the 1st district (the old city, what used to be within the walls before they were knocked down to make the Ringstraße) quite comfortably.

I had a small moment of epiphany while on my stroll: here I am, walking the streets of Vienna, Austria. This city is older than anything I've ever seen outside of a museum. Everywhere I look, each building is invested with a history, a meaning: here lived Schumann; here, this column commemorates the end of the plague in 1679; here's the building that so offended Franz Josef that he shut his windows to it. It is all very much unlike the strip malls and suburbs back home, where no place is any place at all. I'm not sure what Wendell Berry thinks of cities, but I'm sure he'd appreciate that Vienna has a past. Another prominent conservative thinker, Chesterton, speaks of tradition as the "democracy of the dead"; it is certainly easier to practice this when every moment we realize what a debt we owe to those who have gone before us.