You are a ring of lush palaces, pastries, parables and past civilizations.
Of cavernous courtyards, cascading cathedrals and crusty cafe croissants.
Of stained statues on strassers, strolling strangers and circling streetcars.
Of hidden September stables where loyal Lipizzaner stallions saunter.
Of magnificent museums, Mozart, mythology and melange metaphors.
Of baroque avenues, ornate artifacts, elegant archways and acute angles.
Of afternoon tea, while gazing at you through sunlit storefront windows.
When in Vienna … when in Wien.
Written by Mark Johnson, October 2, 2019