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.