Thursday, August 29, 2013
Nur du Allein
Apparently it's time to drag out (as it were) my white satin and monocle, for it seems that the wise folks at Golden Handcuffs Consulting Amalgamated International are sending me on the road.
Yes, having what seems like only moments ago dragged me back to the home office, it's off again this weekend for a week of sharing the gospel of strategic communication (truly a subject of endless fascination. Really.) to an appreciative audience out there on the Danube.
I suppose it's changed a bit since Barrymore and Wynyard frolicked in a backlot approximation, what with wars hot and cold and a great deal more, but nonetheless I'm looking forward to my first trip to Vienna. I hope to hit the highlights, culturally speaking, although it turns out that the Philharmoniker is most contrarily not in residence at the Musikverein, but rather off concertizing in the UK. Nonetheless, the imperial apartments beckon, as does the Egyptian collection at the Kunsthistorisches Museum and the prospect of a significant amount of Klimt viewing. And then, one hopes, there will be little cafés and restaurants - possibly of the kind, even, that features a wandering gypsy violin...
Anybody have travel tips for an Österreichische novice?