Vienna Transport |
On the evening that we cruised towards Vienna, the ship’s crew
put on a show for us; on our Nile cruise we’d had to provide the
entertainment – both ways were fun, though. We got to see a skit about office work
from the cruise director and the barman, as well as a Philipino song and dance
routine from the kitchen staff – guys we’d never seen before! As the acts came
to a close the event turned into a disco where even the Captain danced. It was
a friendly affair, but off to one side, I got into an argument over of all
things Johann Strauss. My fellow cruiser was adamant that Strauss was no artist
and that his music was worthless drivel. I said, “No one’s saying he’s Brahms,
but I think Strauss’s music makes you just want to get up and dance.”
Vienna Opera House |
For the evening of our day in Vienna, Carol and I had bought
tickets to the optional concert ($90/£50 each). I thought it unlikely that we’d
hear the earth move, but we just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to hear live
Classical music in Vienna. In truth, I didn’t want to hear an evening of the
Waltz King myself. I asked our Entertainment Director if we were going to the Vienna Opera House. “Ah, no,” she said, “you’d have to book two years in advance and
pay five times as much.”
The Gates of Violence |
She said we’d be going to the Palais Lobkowitz, about 2
blocks from the Opera House and that, with 90 tickets purchased on board, the
evening was almost sold-out. The concert was to be just over an hour in length
and included a glass of bubbly. We left our bus, entered the palace, and milled
around with our glass – our Strauss-bashing friend had joined us despite his
Blue Danube Waltz being on the program.
On the way, we walked across the front of the famed Café Mozart, where Graham Green wrote the Third Man, then through Albertinaplatz.
This square displays the Monument Against War and Fascism, with its depiction
of the gates of a Nazi concentration camp bearing its tortured and emaciated
victims. As the site of a building that took a direct hit in the war killing
several hundred occupants hiding in its basement, it seems appropriate here.
We were ushered into the Eroica Hall, which at only 100
seats, was filled to capacity by our cruise party, and I realized that it was
in this very room that Beethoven had conducted the premiere of his Third
Symphony in 1805.
Our Orchestra and Soloists |
The chamber orchestra, an 8-member ensemble from the
Viennese Imperial Orchestra, entered and the concert commenced. The first two light
pieces were by Strauss; I wasn’t surprised and told myself the setting was the
thing. But then, a soprano entered and sang an Aria. We often go to the opera
and had heard sopranos, but never in a 100-seat hall, not much bigger than a
classroom – it was overwhelming; my hair stood on end, no really! The evening
had changed into something wonderful and unique. Later, when she was joined by
a tenor and the two convincingly fought their way through an operetta piece, it
seemed they’d touched my soul. Mozart, Liszt and Brahms followed and then as
the Blue Danube started we realized it was almost time for our own return to
the Danube, and sail to our next stop.
And there was one last surprise; on our return at around
10pm, the crew served goulash – it was delicious.
Eroica Hall Ceiling - Palais Lobkowitz |
Wow, those are the unexpected moments we travel for Bob. GG
ReplyDeleteIndeed George!
DeleteLovely to see a pic of you and Carol enjoying yourselves.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vicky, I thought it was time!
DeleteNow THAT sounds like a fabulous evening!
ReplyDeleteIt certainly was, Margaret.
DeleteNothing like a good goulash to cap off an evening of opera! sounds lovely.
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