I am riding down an ancient byway in the medieval jewel of a town known as Krems in the Wachau Valley of Austria, and life just doesn’t get much better than this. Occasionally, a view of the Danube River flirts with me through gaps in the buildings lining the narrow cobblestone streets. We are heading for a wine tasting. Or two. Or three…LOL Continue reading
La Traviata is nearing its climax, and Violetta is singing her final aria. No, she isn’t a fat lady at all, in fact she’s kind of hot, and I don’t want her to die, even though it’s taken her the best part of an hour to do it. In fact, I am so deeply moved that she’s brung a tear to my eye. Continue reading
I had forgotten how much I love this city. I am walking down the Kartner Strasse, Vienna’s grand pedestrian boulevard linking the Opera House to its piece de resistance, the mighty St Stephen’s Cathedral, a 12th century architectural tour de force. I have just purchased three pieces of exquisitely hand-crafted chocolate and plan to eat them upon my return to the 18th century Hotel Stephanie where I am staying. Music! Music of all kinds fills the air, and mixes with the laughter and language of ten thousand souls. I am glad I’m back. Continue reading
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Roads Less Traveled 