Wiener Blut

On our last day in Vienna, the gang finally acknowledged our disparate interests and split up. My mum and Niky went shopping while my dad, Naty, and I went to see the Gustav Klimt artworks at the Belvedere Palace. We found a lot more than Klimt, however, the major discovery of the day being that perhaps a quarter of the exposition on the second floor is the work of Czech painters. After a terrifying visit to Karlskirche, which included an elevator ride to the ceiling of the dome, we reunited at the Schönbrunn Palace, once the summer residence of the Habsburg family. It happens to house the oldest zoo in the world. Our visit to Vienna ended in utter exhaustion at the palace café, where we outlasted all other visitors and only left at nightfall.

 Belvedere Palace
 The gardens of the Belvedere
 The gardens of the Belvedere
 Inside the Belvedere
 A ceiling at the Belvedere
 Inside the Belvedere
 Judith and the Head of Holofernes by Gustav Klimt
 The Kiss by Gustav Klimt
 Avenue of Schloss Kammer Park by Gustav Klimt
 Foliage by Herbert Bayer
Solitary House by Toyen
 More of the Belvedere's gardens
 The inside of Karlskirche
 The ceiling of Karlskirche
 Detail of the Karlskirche ceiling
 Panda at Vienna Zoo
 Red-necked wallaby
 Panda eating
 Panda eating
 Dwarf mongoose
 A fancy building at Vienna Zoo
 Flamingoes and their house at Vienna Zoo
 Waterbuck and their house at Vienna Zoo
 Cheetah
 Humboldt penguin in its cave
 Capybara
 Pfarrkirche Maria Hietzing
 The back of Schönbrunn Palace
 The already vacant café at Schönbrunn Palace

The Schönbrunn at dusk

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