<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;DUACQnw7cCp7ImA9WhFUFUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639548796351286520</id><updated>2013-08-26T18:42:43.208-07:00</updated><title>A Sojourn in Vienna</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog represents my travels and experiences while studying with IES Abroad in Vienna for a semester away from Lawrence University.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Christopher R. Skinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470424002439171318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_CkL1V6ONw/Ue0wH6y9-2I/AAAAAAAACjU/mowmaY3QWWs/s220/DSC02780.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04NSXszfCp7ImA9WhBTEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639548796351286520.post-8389355242944955048</id><published>2013-02-06T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-06T18:59:58.584-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-02-06T18:59:58.584-08:00</app:edited><title>Final Vienna Posts: IES Building, Leaving, Coming Home, and Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
It has finally come! My last blog post about studying abroad in Vienna. It only took me a year and two months or so to finally finish them after I had returned (life got busy!)... Still, I'm glad that I've taken the time to do this so that I can finally bring closure to the experience through the lens of blogging. It's not that I don't feel I processed the experience irrespective of blogging, but I wouldn't feel "complete" or "finished" given that I did blog while there and haven't finished that aspect of my experience. Also, while I have no idea what the longevity of Blogger as a service will be or what may happen to disrupt my account in the future, I can use this blog as a record of my memories of what was important at the time. As far as executing this post, I first want to touch on the IES Vienna center in Palais Corbelli at Johannesgasse 7 in Vienna's first district. I then want to touch on some of the random sights that often made up my daily schedule. Finally, a few photos of my room and a description of the process of leaving will follow. At the end, I will attempt, as best I can, to synthesis my experiences.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Palais Corbelli:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking toward Palais Corbelli down Johannesgasse from Kärntnerstraße&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The main staircase&lt;br /&gt;
to the right is the door to the bombed half of the building&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The Palais Corbelli, out of which the IES Vienna program is run, was a small palace or house for aristocrats (originally the Corbelli family) around 1700. It was later updated in the very early 20th century. Unfortunately however, half of the building was utterly destroyed during World War II. Hence, there is even a staircase in the building that leads to a door that leads... nowhere, and is therefore always locked and has mirrors to emphasize space and make it feel like less of a dead-end. The building also has not been maintained to a level that would let its original opulence shine. I imagine some wealth has been stripped as well. IES has made some changes, too. &lt;i&gt;Nonetheless&lt;/i&gt;, the building was amazing. The comment of our generation was, naturally, that it was like going to school in Hogwarts or something like that. All of the worked marble, in white with red accents, and red carpets had such a sense of sophistication and the old-world it was almost unbelievable. Perhaps more unbelievable is the fact that these buildings in the first district were almost all designed this way at a time when having a "house" in the city was expected.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Courtyard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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In these European kinds of houses the first/ground floor is not particularly important (which perhaps accounts for the German language's distinction between the ground floor and the first floor). Hence, Palais Corbelli had mostly concrete and fairly basic plaster on its ground floor where the IES office was. In the middle was a track originally intended for horse-drawn carriages (something the front doors also accommodated). These carriages would normally have gone into the courtyard and then down underground. The courtyard, the back part of the building, and the underground were, unfortunately, off limits to us, however.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The concert hall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The second floor of these kinds of buildings was usually for show, and hence the second floor of the building remains the most opulent portion. On this floor was the beautiful study room, the director's office, and the Baroque concert hall in which music students performed. While I enjoyed these places, however, I spent most of my time on the third floor (not pictured). Originally this would have been an area for living quarters and other private portions of the house. They are therefore less decorated. This did mean I didn't have as much lovely architecture to look at. IES had done the most modification in this area to create classrooms and practice rooms, however, and it was here that students were allowed to eat. Hence, this is where I spent most of my time in classes, studying, and eating.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Places Around the Palais:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There were other places I passed or visited on a day to day basis near the Palais Corbelli that were an integral part of my life. I'm not posting pictures of all of them (Anker is just in the subway terminal and though it has very good chain, a general Austrian chain).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arturo Toscanini's Star&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The stars to the left, which are featured around the heart of the First District and in the Kärntnerstraße subway station, have been featured in my blogs before. Indeed, I featured Bela Bartok's star several times on account of not liking his music particularly much. In this case, Giuseppe Verdi, my favorite composer, and Toscanini, the renowned composer of the early 20th century, are pictured. I made sure to find both of them again before I left. Indeed, I made sure to pay homage to Verdi on my last day. I have always found it fitting that his star is directly outside the Staatsoper. Indeed, the opera toilet, which I finally did use while Catherine was visiting me, is in there as well. There's nothing too special about the opera toilet, but it was a whimsical experience worth having for the fun of it. One place that it was important for me to visit from time to time was the Konservatorium Wien. My teacher for the time I was there, who was greatly inspiring, taught at the Konservatorium Wien. Fortunately the Konservatorium was just across the street from IES, so it was plenty easy to meet up with her for lessons. While my musical revelations in Vienna did not have the results for which I hoped when I returned home, they were valuable nonetheless if for no other reason that they gave me more confidence about my singing and the perspective of playing the "long game."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Definitely the best Würst I found,&lt;br /&gt;
right behind the Wiener Staatsoper!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not tip-top würst, but good, and good cheap noodles, etc.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ceNKqgmPR0/URMCsHn0fII/AAAAAAAACRU/D7O_y7NmAJA/s1600/IMG_4068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ceNKqgmPR0/URMCsHn0fII/AAAAAAAACRU/D7O_y7NmAJA/s320/IMG_4068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Food was, of course, extremely important in Vienna. Some of my big places were Billa for general goods, Anker for sandwiches, and two &lt;i&gt;Würstelstand&lt;/i&gt;[&lt;i&gt;en&lt;/i&gt;]&amp;nbsp;that stood near the Palais Corbelli. One also sold noodles, rice, and chicken. There were two different Italian restaurants I frequented from time to time, as well. Increasingly, I really began to appreciate the &lt;i&gt;Würstelstand&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;right outside the Wiener Staatsoper. It was great to go to the Staatsoper, get in and get my place, and then have Würst for dinner. The place also had some of the best French Fries I've ever had. It was at that Würstelstand where I learned to love both hot and sweet mustards, dark German &lt;i&gt;Brot&lt;/i&gt;, and the banana pepper kinds of peppers as accoutrements. I haven't been able to round up and Käsekrainer (cheese-filled Würst), which were far and away the most stunningly delicious (if not healthy!) culinary item I discovered abroad. My newfound love of mustard has had me obsessed with buying different mustards, however!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo doesn't do it justice (kind of looks disgusting, actually...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;BUT IT'S DELICIOUS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Funny Interlude: Entertainment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a quick note. Usually at the Staatsoper I was reading on my iPad (I got through a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of books for pleasure in Europe, which was a great change from Lawrence, where I basically never get to do any of that reading), reading about the opera I would be seeing, or doing work for classes. We're used to lots of technology and advancement here in the U.S. They certainly have that in Austria, as well, but for student phones IES used ones that were quite old. Despite my access to technology (I even got my ipad activated for cell service in Austria so I could always have a GPS guide and make sure I had a means of contact if absolutely necessary) and my enjoyment of other activities, I made use of the game's Snake-style game. The idea was that you had to shoot colored balls at a moving snake also comprised of balls. Four balls in a row would disappear, shortening the snake, but balls added that didn't add up to four only made it longer. As the levels got harder the snake started with more balls and moved at a more rapid pace. I played it from time to time when there wasn't a lot else to do. Sometimes my thumbs even began to hurt. At a certain point I decided I might as well finish the game and beat all the levels. But I was stuck at nineteen (of twenty) and wasn't sure I would make it. Finally, I beat nineteen, which was easier than level twenty for some reason, in the last week or so of my time being there. I was surprised how pleased I was that I met my silly goal!&lt;br /&gt;
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When I did finally head downstairs to catch a cab, I ran into the strange situation of having to help an old man who had fallen. Stores are often attached to these residences, occupying the street level storefronts. This storefront actually had a door that opened into the hallway of my building. As I was preparing to leave I saw that it was (for the first time ever) open and that a man was lying down crying for help. I was worried about this, because I thought it might be some sort of dangerous situation that early in the morning (like 5:30). I did help him up though, communicating in German (though he seemed so out of it, and my German had improved so much by that point, that I think his state was the biggest issue in terms of communication, not language). I kept asking if he wanted a doctor, but he kept refusing, so finally I made sure he was okay as best I could, waited for my cab (which never came), hailed another, and headed to the airport. I almost had another hiccup on the way as a sound bang made it appear as though a tire had popped, but the driver looked and everything seemed okay, so we continued. I was dressed up, as I like to do when traveling for both weight and customer service reasons. It was nostalgic being at the airport, remember when I was first arriving, when I went in the pouring rain and then walked several miles to pick up my Indochino suit (pictured) from FedEx, and when I picked up and dropped off Catherine at the airport. This time I would be the one leaving, and for quite a while. When I returned home, my family was ecstatic to see me. I was excited to see them, too. I looked forward to it. They had been following the blog and of course I'd spoken to them on Skype, but there was still a lot to go over in person! It was inevitably a tricky space between not being able to tell them everything or "give" the experience to them wholesale, and not wanting to just talk about Europe all the time, but to still provide a detailed, exciting, interesting account of my experiences. We certainly had plenty to talk about over the Christmas holiday.&lt;/div&gt;
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Vienna was exactly the experience I wanted, even if it wasn't the one I knew I was going to go after. I initially thought I would go to somewhere in Italy, without a doubt. I considered the Milan program that IES offers. I also strongly considered Lawrence's own London Centre. Indeed, I am actually looking into trying to go to the London Centre for a stint in my senior year. I applied to Vienna, however, because the offerings beyond music were stronger than in Milan and I figured it would be harder to live in Vienna in the future than in London. What I discovered was unparalleled access to opera, seeing twenty-seven live productions in the span of four months (which, accounting for time spent traveling, means an opera almost every four days I was in Vienna). I traveled to Prague, Budapest, Krakow, Salzburg, Berlin, Nürnberg, Venezia, München, several other locations in Austria, an Austrian glacier to ski that was part of the alps, and across several countries (Slovakia) in my joint Prague/Budapest/Krakow trip under the auspices of IES. Vienna is often seen as a crossroads between Western and Eastern Europe. It certainly was my gateway to the broad European travel I've always wanted to do and my parents wanted me to do on my own. I enjoyed having Catherine there; it taught me what it means to be in wonderful places in a deeply committed relationship. Things are different now, but that will always remain a cherished memory and something I can strive for at some point in the future. Despite, traveling alone through Europe allowed me to have a fast pace, to see what I wanted to see, and to draw my own conclusions and life lessons. It was truly great to do it as I did. I do wish I had connected better with my classmates, but I think my priorities were somewhat different than theirs, and my lifestyle reflected that. I was not relaxed, however much I was enjoying myself, I was driven the entire time to make the most of my experience. One part of this, of course, was the opportunity to jumpstart another language. I have refreshed my knowledge of Spanish since, and hope to keep it up. I am currently taking German. I am confident, however, there was no better way to start learning a third language. I love language just as I love travel, and I would love to have proficiency in English, Spanish, and German. If I ever get the chance, I'd add another, too.&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't know if I would call studying abroad a "life changing experience," exactly. I think it emphasized a lot of things I already knew about myself, honed them, and made them more adaptable. I remained driven, I remained independent, and I remained curious, but I became more flexible, bolder, and more resourceful. I continued along a path as a music and government major that I had already begun, although Vienna did push me into the government major because of the classes I took there (I don't regret that, though I would happily have been an English major, too). It taught me that I had been absolutely correct in thinking I would love Europe and it showed me that a career involving international interests, possibly in business, was definitely something I should try to pursue. Finally, it confirmed that I will have a lifelong love of classical music, particularly opera. Vienna is accorded the epithet, "City of Music." It was certainly that for me. I may never see as much opera or hear as much classical music live in such a condensed period of time. I have no doubt, however, that I will continue to do so as often as I can. Because of Freud, Vienna is also accorded the epithet, "City of Dreams." My time there was more than a dream, it was very real, and I cherish it for that. Nonetheless, when I imagine wonderful times past and as I prepare for times to come, Vienna will remain in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;I was very fortunate to have Catherine around to push me to get to the last destinations that I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see before I left Vienna. Here is a list of those places that don't fall into the categories of the previous posts. Some writing, lots of photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are several gardens and parks in Vienna's First District and I visited most of them during my time there. I had absolutely walked through the Volksgarten several times, if for no better reason than that it was a good shortcut to get to the more northerly parts of the district. It was great to visit with Catherine, however, and take a closer look at the garden. There are several monuments there, as well as a Greek-style temple. The picture of me to the left shows how imposing yet beauitful the Rathaus looks over the trees in the distance. Below, the Burgtheater served as a great backdrop for both photos of me and Catherine individually and also for a shot together. It was a bit of a chilly walk, but if I learned one thing about touring European cities, it's that the more you can do on foot, the better and more authentic the experience because it gives more of a "feel" for the city.&lt;br /&gt;
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This one is just brief: The OSCE is an international organization that is lesser known compared to brethren like NATO, the EU, or the UN. Nonetheless, the Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe plays an important role in international proceedings. I had the opportunity as part of Professor Neuhold's &lt;i&gt;New European Security Architecture&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;course to visit the OSCE and watch how it operated. On some level, of course, the proceedings weren't especially interesting - it wasn't a historic moment or anything. On the other hand, like everything in that regard, it was really cool to be let in at all and see how things went generally. Catherine got to accompany, which was nice for her. Another awesome fact: the OSCE operated out of the Hofburg, at least in part, showing how such a historic palace used at one point for the governance of an empire is now being co-opted to serve other governmental means. (I cannot say peaceful means, like NATO, the OSCE is not necessarily dedicated to peace, but like all international organizations the hope is that peace for their constituents will eventually proliferate and become worldwide peace.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Cafes are a huge part of Vienna's culture. While I was there I ate several times at some of the outdoor stations the cafes run in the middle of Kärntnerstraße in the warmer months. I also ate in a cafe with Attila Glatz, for whom I used to work. Finally, I hung out with Lorenz from Indochino-Review.com at a cafe, as well. I had not, however, had the opportunity to eat at Cafe Mozart or the Hotel Sacher cafe. Both were things I absolutely had to do before I left. Cafe Mozart does, of course, have excellent baked goods and beverages, as do pretty much all the cafes in that area of Vienna (and even chains have great baked goods, too). It's not known for that. The main reason to go was for the atmosphere and the history, and Catherine and I had a great time there.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had walked through the Stadtpark before (in some ways this post could have come with the earlier one about the Volksgarten). On one of Catherine's last nights (perhaps her &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;last night, if I recall right) after going to a concert at, I think, the Konzerthaus, though it could have been the Musikverein, we took a walk through the Stadtpark at night. We walked along the water and over a bridge, which was fun in that late Autumn, early Winter atmosphere. Of course I knew of the marble and gold gilded statue of Johann Strauss II and I'm fairly certain I had seen it before, perhaps at a distance. I never got a look at it up close, however. I will admit that seeing it in the snow, or with flowers around it and a blue sky, might be more typical times to visit it rather than a late-autumn night with recent rain. Still, it was awe-inspiring to stand beneath it, and magical to do so as a couple in love.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Cathedrals at End Time:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After Catherine left I continued to tour sites in Vienna, trying to cram everything in that I hadn't taken advantage of during my time there. Some of that is detailed in earlier posts, of course. One thing I haven't mentioned though, was my time spent at cathedrals. Vienna, like many European cities, is a city of cathedrals, and while people do say that sooner or later European cathedrals can start to blend together, I saw no reason not to ensure I had seen the most monumental of the cathedrals in Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;
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This time when I returned, however, I took the time to pay my way into some of the more reserved areas like the crypts and further back in the main hall of the cathedral. I also went all the way up in the tower and looked down at the square, out over Vienna, and at the iconic roof. It was exciting and I enjoyed the opportunity to see Vienna from on high one more time (I had several opportunities for this from several different vantage points previously).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXw3iC9njrA/UQ8Ecfp_OrI/AAAAAAAACEk/rQ_oLxyGbuI/s1600/IMG_3590.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXw3iC9njrA/UQ8Ecfp_OrI/AAAAAAAACEk/rQ_oLxyGbuI/s320/IMG_3590.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The roof is truly beautiful and very unusual even among cathedrals with similar roofs across Europe. One notable thing, however, is the damage that was done to it during World War II, necessitating significant repairs. The style was maintained, but the image of the Hapsburg crest now bears markers detailing the year of the completion, not quite the same as the original. It was really fascinating and I was glad I took the time to actually go up before I left.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, I visited the Karlskirche. I had seen the Karlskirche before, as well, but never stopped in. There was a Christmast market in front of it, but I didn't spend too much time there, it is smaller and considered less remarkable than some of the others I had already visited. The Church is significant because of its different style and almost Arabian or Turkish influence. Perhaps most remarkable, however, was going inside and climbing to the very top of the building's cupola. It was undergoing restoration so there were several halfway points. It was awesome to be able to get up close to the paintings though and also to look down and see just how far down it would be, especially in the era when the church was actually constructed. I think we sometimes take those kinds of vaulted ceilings for granted. I also got to look out at all the pennies people had thrown for good luck at the very tip-top of the cupola into the wells and then down through the dreary windows onto the cute Christmas market revelers below.&lt;br /&gt;
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All in all, these were great experiences to end my time with. I very much enjoyed experiencing them with Catherine, and I was glad to have her as a driving force to make sure I did get out and get them all done even as coursework was closing in on me. I hope to return to Vienna in the future and revisit some of these places as well as those in other posts, and hopefully I will be able to share the city with someone else in the future. Indeed, I'm sure I will discover new places as well. This is the last really substantive post about places I visited. I'm sure I missed all kinds of things, especially in these posts to bring closure to my blogging over a year after the fact. Still, I wanted to do this exactly for that closure. My final post will be about IES' facilities, the end of my time in Vienna, returning home, and an attempt to synthesize my experiences as a whole.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/3531070114787079452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2013/02/final-vienna-posts-other-vienna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/3531070114787079452?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/3531070114787079452?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2013/02/final-vienna-posts-other-vienna.html' title='Final Vienna Posts: Other Vienna Destinations'/><author><name>Christopher R. Skinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470424002439171318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_CkL1V6ONw/Ue0wH6y9-2I/AAAAAAAACjU/mowmaY3QWWs/s220/DSC02780.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwapuJugN_w/UQ8DGwWxILI/AAAAAAAACCM/HZE0EuRtxmU/s72-c/DSC02840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkYMQXcycSp7ImA9WhNaGU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639548796351286520.post-6867362465743386054</id><published>2013-02-03T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-03T16:36:20.999-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-02-03T16:36:20.999-08:00</app:edited><title>Final Vienna Posts: Vienna Performance Destinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7KBJ1QsLkKI/UQ758Fg9fyI/AAAAAAAACA8/Ewfbi1y5v_M/s1600/IMG_3399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7KBJ1QsLkKI/UQ758Fg9fyI/AAAAAAAACA8/Ewfbi1y5v_M/s320/IMG_3399.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;I want to take the time to record some of my final destinations in Vienna that were related to performances of various kinds. I won't review the actual performances themselves, for the most part, because they are all available on my blog &lt;a href="http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Passion of Opera&lt;/a&gt;, rather, I want to detail my experiences actually going to those locations. A lot of this will just be pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Wiener Staatsoper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;First, of course, I returned to the Wiener Staatsoper several times toward the end of my time in Vienna. I went to two operas with Catherine,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;La boheme&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Nabucco&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;La boheme&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;was a great production with famous singers designed by Zeffirelli. There was no better opera for a young couple to see together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Nabucco&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was flat out confusing, but like every opera I saw, a learning experience. It took some work to get pictures of me and even the usher I had befriended was shooing us out by the end, so sadly we didn't get the pictures we wanted in the actual &lt;i&gt;Stehplatz&lt;/i&gt; area of the opera house. Still, Both Catherine and I got a picture there, and I also got a picture of myself with my iPad - a key tool in whiling away the waiting time and in looking up information about the operas I was seeing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;The Musikverein's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Großer Saal&lt;/i&gt; is renowned as one of the best halls, in terms of acoustics, in the world, if not the best (for instrumental performances, at least). I knew I had to go sometime while I was in Vienna. Sadly I missed the time when the Wiener Philharmoniker was at home performing there, but Catherine and I were able to attend a Bach mass. It would have been better to see something like Mahler that was actually composed for that location and made more use of the space and (gasp) didn't have voices. Still, it was a great experience and a "must-do" for a music lover in Vienna.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;Contrary to the Musikverein, the pull of the Wiener Konzerthaus was not the hall itself but that the Wiener Sängerknaben (Vienna Boys Choir) would be performing as part of Bach's &lt;i&gt;Weihnachtsoratorium&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;i&gt;Christmas&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Oratorio. &lt;/i&gt;Because of its length (and because they could make more money) the work was split over two days. The Boys Choir did not play a large role, but I gained appreciation for the work and I enjoyed seeing the Boys Choir since they are world renowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;A diversion from music, I went to one performance of the Spanish Riding School. This group is also known for their famous performances, and seats, especially for their more formal performances, are incredibly expensive or even unattainable at any price (not unlike the Wiener Philharmoniker). Sadly, I got lost on my way there (in my final few weeks in streets I'd walked many times!) and showed up quite late to the performance. Thankfully, they still were able to take me to my seat. I missed the showing of the "young horses," not yet grown horses that were being trained. I still got to see the whole show, more or less, of the adult horses being trained/shown off (I can't recall or maybe never knew whether they were all in training or some were active show horses). It was cool to see. Horse shows aren't something I have any particular affinity for or know much about, but it was an exciting, impressive show that reminded me what amazing animals horses are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Not going to the Wiener Volksoper's productions for the entire time I was in Vienna was a big mistake. Certainly I had my hands full with shows at the Wiener Staastoper approximately every fourth day, classes, traveling, etc. I also didn't love the works they were presenting in some cases. Still, they present a different side of opera with high quality but less developed productions featuring generally younger singers. In this case, I had the opportunity to see a production of &lt;i&gt;Madame Butterfly&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;that was actually far superior to the one I saw at the Staatsoper. The production was thought provoking with its twist ending in which Butterfly refuses to kill herself and Puccini (a character in this production) orders the rest of the cast to kill her. It was a great experience and if I ever lived in Vienna again I would make sure to catch productions at the Volksoper&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"&gt;regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The house is smaller, though, so the view was great!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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So all in all, a great run of final performance destinations and final performances. Things I missed, though: Bruce Springsteen. Sorry Dad.&lt;/div&gt;
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In a sort of absurd turn of fate, it wasn't until Catherine was in Vienna that I got to Schönbrunn, one of the principle attractions of the city. Schönbrunn, the summer residence of the Habsburg family, pales in size, though not in beauty, only to the Hofburg, their winter residence. On the one hand, because of the gardens, grounds, ease of getting there, and pleasantness, it might have been better to visit earlier around late summer or early fall. On the other hand, the beauty of Schönbrunn prepared for Christmas with an immense Christmas tree and a Christmas market that, while not as large as others, had a wonderful quaintness to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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That's not to say that the inside of the palace wasn't also gorgeous and informative. We learned a lot about Sisi, since it was her favorite residence. The palace, with over one thousand rooms, certainly wasn't somewhere we could tour in its entirety. The parts we went through, however, were impressive. Being built more uniformly, it made more sense than the massive complex of the Hofburg. I won't go into too much detail, in part because it has faded some and in part because touring a place like this is an experience hard to put down in words. I will say, however, that I continued to look for word-working pieces. One is included here. Finally, though the massive Christmas tree was done up outside, they also included one in the interior, which was a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another big focus, both once Catherine and I left Schönbrunn and also when we were elsewhere in the city, was the plethora of Christmas markets, known in the singular as&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Weihnachtsmarkt&lt;/i&gt; (also known as &lt;i&gt;Christkindlmarkt&lt;/i&gt;). Catherine and I were cold, but the roasted chestnuts outside of Schönbrunn were delicious. It was the first time I'd ever had them, and what an introduction it was. Also, after that little snack, we had freshly made chocolate strawberries with dark chocolate. The chocolate was delicious, the strawberries were fresh and sweet, and the whole experience was heavenly. Having all of this happen at the foot of one of the most impressive yet elegantly beautiful palaces in the world, could not have been more magical. I love my Christmas traditions at home with my family, but I wouldn't have minded making this a part of my Christmas every year!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCsCV2_C7Zk/UQ7XJMiwAWI/AAAAAAAAB88/4ShakAJ_cv0/s1600/DSC02813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCsCV2_C7Zk/UQ7XJMiwAWI/AAAAAAAAB88/4ShakAJ_cv0/s320/DSC02813.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It isn't just Schönbrunn that gets so decorated for the season, however. The entire first district of Vienna was quite festive and the city has somewhere around twenty &lt;i&gt;Weihnactmärkte&lt;/i&gt; scattered around at major landmarks, as the pictures above demonstrate. My german class actually went to one market together and the teacher bought us all a mug of hot chocolate made from freshly melted chocolate of various flavors. It was quite delicious and, while it didn't compare quite to the fresh mint peppermint hot chocolate in Venice, it was maybe the second best I've had in my life and definitely top five. It was fun to go with my German class. We were &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;expected to order in German! The picture of the market below shows what a typical one of the markets might look like. Some of the more famous markets are much bigger with more avenues through which visitors can walk, but most of them are smaller affairs. The great thing is that, while there is definite similarity between the goods and some commercialism going on, the items are largely still high quality goods produced in small batches. Anything you buy therefore is a fairly unique treasure.&lt;br /&gt;
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The largest and perhaps most famous market is the one outside the Vienna Rathaus. Above is a view from across the street. showing the front of the market and the Rathaus itself. What the photo fails to capture, however, is that there were several avenues through the shops, and they go all the way up to the foot of the Rathaus. My feet easily got sore walking through there multiple times. The first time I went with Catherine and she bought a wonderful ornament for her family. Later, I returned and bought wooden placards for my parents. My mom's simply said how I loved her as a mother, my Dad's was for the workshop, saying it was a "state approved" workshop. I also picked up a glass ball ornament that has the Staatsoper in snow painted on it (though I never actually saw it in snow) to keep in the tradition of my family having ornaments from where we travel. As Catherine and I left the market the first time around we saw these lovely, very cute snowmen lights, and I had to take a picture of them since my family loves snowmen (especially my mom)!&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/3773501764059593729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2013/02/schonbrunn-palace-weihnachtsmarkte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/3773501764059593729?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/3773501764059593729?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2013/02/schonbrunn-palace-weihnachtsmarkte.html' title='Final Vienna Posts: Schönbrunn Palace &amp; Weihnachtsmärkte'/><author><name>Christopher R. Skinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470424002439171318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_CkL1V6ONw/Ue0wH6y9-2I/AAAAAAAACjU/mowmaY3QWWs/s220/DSC02780.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NDcYHGN11Bg/UQ7XX3haHvI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Eg1EA7yuPHg/s72-c/IMG_3371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU4AR387cCp7ImA9WhBTEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639548796351286520.post-1854487134071981247</id><published>2013-02-03T13:23:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-04T19:12:26.108-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-02-04T19:12:26.108-08:00</app:edited><title>Final Vienna Posts: National Library, Globe Museum, Crypts, Scroll Museum, Silver Collection</title><content type='html'>Here is a smorgasbord of different places that I wanted to get to that are all largely administered under the auspices of either the National Library or the Imperial palace. Some of them, like the Library, Globe Museum, and Crypts I had the fun of visiting with Catherine. Others I checked off the list right at the end of my time in Vienna, like the Scroll Museum and Silver Collection.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6ny8bFlj6U/UQ7DHpqMpKI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/FfrnIeFd24Y/s1600/IMG_3650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M6ny8bFlj6U/UQ7DHpqMpKI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/FfrnIeFd24Y/s320/IMG_3650.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The library is as good a place to start as any, however. I thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to visit a library in the style of the one I dream of owning. Let me be clear - I don't think any private citizen could really own a library like the National Library. The grand, immensely vaulted ceiling, two stories of shelving, gilt, and large frescoes are beyond anything imaginable in a private home. Still, the dark wood, the windows, the books with fine leather covers, and the tall shelves were beautiful, and in the style that I love to think of as what a classic library "should" look like. We didn't really read too many books there, but did take a look at some of the manuscripts on display. The particular exhibit, in this case, was books about early taxonomy. It was cool to see what early scientists from over a century ago presumed about the way animals were related and their characteristics. They also had skeletons, etc. on loan from other places. It reminded me, with both the atmosphere and the display, of what a library really would have looked like displaying all the glory of modern science in, say, 1910.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the things most everyone finds amusing and most everyone loves is bookshelves that function as doors. The National Library had many of these. It was fun to see, and if I ever have the luck to own a library, I would love to include one of those, too!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iP_qFEZ9wY/UQ7HHxmEKkI/AAAAAAAAB5k/RcughRl4Yi4/s1600/IMG_3699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iP_qFEZ9wY/UQ7HHxmEKkI/AAAAAAAAB5k/RcughRl4Yi4/s320/IMG_3699.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Globe museum was not particularly large, but it was neat to see. Globes hold the same kind of "old world coming of age" appeal of the taxonomy exhibit in the library. I never knew there were so many different kinds of globes with different purposes. There were myriad globes describing just the earth's surface, as well as ones describing the night sky, the moon, etc. They also ranged in size, greatly, and it was fun to see the tiny ones and the huge ones. The majority of the globes were exhibited in low, warm light. Some, however, were highlighted with spotlights in a dark room. I'm not sure whether there was a purpose to this other than that it made those globes really pop against their surroundings and was impressive as a museum technique. There were also some other, unusual instruments such as orreries. It was a kind of unusual thing to make a trip to see, but I figured, "where else can someone see a globe museum?!"&lt;br /&gt;
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The Crypts were the last part of this tour of national museums that I made with Catherine. I was supposed to be meeting my House of Habsburg history class there in order to learn things about important members of the Habsburg house first hand, so to speak. Somehow that got mixed up, however, and I was unable to find the group. It didn't matter so much, though, the history was somewhat self-explanatory and I already knew who the main players were. It was interesting, however, to see the differences in the various coffins - some incredibly ornate and others more simple. There was also a fascinating dichotomy between the imagery of death and the imagery of Christianity and salvation. Of course the rank and wealth of the family members made a difference in the adornment, as well. Certain things, like children's coffins, were surprising to see; they were simultaneously sweet and morbid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Three parts were of especial interest. The first was the coffin of Maria Theresia, raised on a high pedestal in a central part of the crypt. It was relatively simple, but extremely regal and elegant, which seems a fair portrait of the woman herself. I was impressed with the presentation because it was not overwrought, but the position of the coffin and the crown atop it made it clear that this woman was one of the most influential rulers in history.&lt;br /&gt;
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Franz Joseph was also one of the great rulers of history, and his love for his wife Elisabeth of Bavaria, Sisi, was also legendary. Fittingly, he is buried with her by his side and his son, Rudolf, on his other side. This marble crypt was more permanent, but maintained a basic line. Intriguingly, the crypt really did seem to emphasize the soft, familial side of the man rather than his rulership.&lt;br /&gt;
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The final coffin of interest was that of Otto, the last Habsburg. He died right before we arrived for IES' Vienna program in the summer of 2011. It was interesting to learn how a country that had been long disillusioned with its monarchical past suddenly had a fit of nostalgia and went all out for the funeral. It was truly the end of an era and a sign of modernity.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xEY7AjKaWw/UQ7R1Rav97I/AAAAAAAAB8s/0P1XOVidqyw/s1600/IMG_3881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--xEY7AjKaWw/UQ7R1Rav97I/AAAAAAAAB8s/0P1XOVidqyw/s320/IMG_3881.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Catherine had left there were a few things I was still missing on the checklist for my final two weeks or so in Vienna, so I headed over to the Imperial Silver Collection. It's hard with just a handful of assorted photos to do justice to this place. The sheer amount of silver, in plates, serving dishes, silverware, etc. was astounding. Almost certainly it was used at many different locations over long periods of times, seasonally, etc. because no matter how large a given party might have been, that party could never have required this many full services. The neat thing, of course, &lt;i&gt;was &lt;/i&gt;to see and compare the different sets, think about who they might have belonged to, what there purposes were, etc. There were notations, of course, but it became overwhelming - the main experience was just seeing the items themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was another one I wanted to check off just because it would mean I went to everything included in the National Library brochure. I have to say that the scroll museum, while interesting, was not particularly amazing. It was rather small. Pictures were forbidden and there was no way I could get around that. Even had I been able to, I don't know how interesting they would be. There were literally lots of scrolls behind glass in a whole variety of languages with some historical significance. That said, none of them had astounding historical significance. It was interesting to learn some about the process of recovering and maintaining these sources and what can be learned from them. A few caught my eye and had me saying, "wow that's a treasure from history." But for the most part it was just kind of, "yup, those are scrolls." Still, I got everything done!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;While I had been to many, many museums by the time November and December rolled around, there were some I hadn't gotten to yet that I really wanted to see, and a few that I had been to already that I was interested in revisiting. Part of the drive for this was also to show Catherine some of the best, most interesting museums in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdp_a-uGRtk/UQWvZgqe6LI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/p0NWWAC7T6c/s1600/IMG_3348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdp_a-uGRtk/UQWvZgqe6LI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/p0NWWAC7T6c/s320/IMG_3348.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One such museum I went to due not because I had originally intended to, but because the professor for my class &lt;i&gt;Europe Beyond the Nation&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;State&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;wanted us to go there. This was the War History Museum, which was a bit further out in a more modern part of Vienna that took a few connections to get to. I don't have pictures of the interior or the exhibits, but this is a picture of the exterior of the old barracks in which the museum is housed. The Turkish influence (one of Austria's great enemies) is fascinating. The museum itself was interesting too, possessing weaponry and defensive pieces from every period of Austrian history through the present. For someone fascinated by military history, it was amazing (and a bit awe-inspiring in a scary way) to see the tools with which warfare has been carried out firsthand. There weren't too many pieces that were, on an individual level, worthy of mention, but the whole experience, from small knives to full suits of armor to tanks and artillery, was quite impressive. Catherine was happy to come along, though this might not have been her favorite topic.&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanted to make sure to take another tour through the Kunsthistorisches Museum. This was, of course, something Catherine had to see because of the concentration of highest quality, famous art work in one place. It was for that same reason that I wanted to be sure to return, myself. My earlier post on the museum has plenty of pictures of artwork, so I have put only this one Vermeer, here. It was great taking another tour through though, and reconsidering my assumptions, thoughts, etc. on the art in the different sections, by painters of by different nationalities. One great new thing, however, was the specific Winter exhibit that included a lot of impressionist artwork dealing with Winter topics by artists such as Monet, Renoir, and Pissarro.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another thing that I got to do by returning to the Kunsthistorisches Museum, however, was to see another wing I had not seen previously, dealing with Antiquity (particularly Egyptian, though Roman or Greek is mostly portrayed here). It's interesting because the elements in this exhibition were usually three dimensional art such as sculpture, and in some cases more along the lines of artifacts that might be seen in a history, rather than an art, museum. It was quite fun, though, and a different experience from my first visit.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also returned to the Imperial Treasury, mostly to show Catherine what was there and all the amazing artifacts that it contains. The cool thing was that this time I was able to get my camera to work (having gained much more experience taking low light photos across Europe) and therefore I was able to capture some of these incredible artifacts without the damaging effect of a camera flash. I have attached them all below with corresponding captions, but will not go into detail because the details do exist in an earlier post.&lt;/div&gt;
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Finally, one place that I had not been before but that I went to in part because I was with Catherine and we were trying to see all &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;places was the Albertina Museum (of modern art, more or less, although they don't call it that). This museum focuses on much of the abstract art from the late 19th century and&amp;nbsp;the 20th century. We went through countless exhibits of Cubism, Surrealism, Symbolism, Dadaism, etc. I won't recall these in detail, but I loved the temporary exhibit currently showing there of the works of &lt;br /&gt;
René Magritte. Magritte is one of my favorite painters, especially in the modern era, and so I was extremely happy to see his works in person. Some prime examples to end this post:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, just kidding. There were also some famous Monet paintings on the top floor (WATERLILIES?!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even before we got to Kaprün I was busy taking pictures!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And with good results!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The IES Vienna program offers a ski trip around the time of U.S. Thanksgiving to the small town of Kaprün, which has a corresponding ski area based on the glacier Kitzsteinhorn. After taking the bus out to this area, we ended up in a lodge with good food and nice, warm, sizable beds. It was quite exciting to have the opportunity to go skiing in the Alps in Europe, even if it was too early for there to be good snow or terrain open off the glacier. We were quite excited when renting equipment, though I had brought some things like my helmet and gloves that I was certain would be hard to find as rentals. The skis were nothing special, of course, but they did a fine job.&lt;br /&gt;
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On my way back from Berlin I stopped at Nürnberg. Unfortunately, I had quite some difficulty with my train connections both due to some mistakes of my own and also some confusion on the part of the company providing the trains. Hence, I basically spent one afternoon and evening in Nürnberg. It was an enjoyable time, however, and the late Autumn sunset on the old city was quite impressive. Indeed, as soon as I stepped out of the train station (pictured above) and looked back at the building, I knew I was somewhere with great history and an impressive landscape. Looking forward, then, I could immediately see the inner sanctum of the old city, surrounded by a moat and with turrets and walls all around. For someone who grew up playing out elaborate stories, with toys or without, about castles, knights, and medieval times, this was like a fairytale come to life. What followed was a tour through the city mostly at random. I did remark that in many of these cities that I visited, the main downtown "old city" attractions do not recognize that there are, in fact, large parts of these cities that are modern, as well. Nonetheless, here in the old city I had much less guidance than I have in other cities. I knew a few places I wanted to visit (this was carried out entirely by foot). But largely just wandered.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also was not bereft of a cathedral to visit, but like most other things, because of the day of the week, time of the year, time of day, and short time I was there, I did not stop inside (in fact I did not stop in &lt;i&gt;anywhere&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Nürnberg). Nonetheless, the outside of the cathedral was beautiful and I appreciated seeing that aspect of this very old place, also. It's such an important piece of European history to learn about religion as well as politics, as books like &lt;i&gt;The Pillars of the Earth&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;have demonstrated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, since, as I mentioned, I had wonderful experiences walking around, I will add some photos of random things I happened upon. Among these things was the opera house, which was not particularly interesting from the outside, but which was fun to think about and the season for which was posted on the door.&lt;/div&gt;
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Berlin was a trip that I knew I had to make due to its historical significance, current importance, and relative proximity to Austria. I also had some personal reasons for going there. I have always wanted to see Jim Steinman's &lt;i&gt;Tanz der Vampire&lt;/i&gt;. I had thought I would be going to see the show in Stuttgart or Oberhausen, which would have been less interesting otherwise, but fortunately those productions closed and a new one opened in Berlin. It was quite an opportunity to see the show, as it is almost exclusively performed in German-speaking European countries. It was a definite bonus to be able to visit somewhere as historic as Berlin simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;
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Arriving in Berlin was exciting. I traveled a lot and, to some extent, Prague and Budapest (and Vienna itself) qualify on a similar level as Berlin, but really nowhere else was as monumental in terms of size as Berlin. The train station was in itself an indication of this fact.&lt;/div&gt;
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I walked a lot in Berlin. After taking the subway once or twice a day, I would usually walk everywhere else, which was tiring, but in some ways a more authentic way to experience the city. My first day I spent almost exclusively walking between major monuments.&lt;/div&gt;
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One of the most major monuments I visited was, of course, the Brandenburg Gate. Both days I was in Berlin were marked by steely grey skies. Nonetheless, seeing the Gate with a Christmas tree in front of it was quite impressive. It really showed off the Gate itself while also giving a kind of festive note to the experience. I had a fun time looking at the writing on the Gate, trying to read it, and learning some history.&lt;/div&gt;
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Another major attraction, though not one that I got more than outside view of, was the Reichstag, which is both historical and modern. While the building is largely in an older style, the modern metal dome on top was designed by Norman Foster to have an ecologically friendly profile, provide a 360 degree view of Berlin, and also a view of the parliament below. I did not have the opportunity to go inside (prior registration is necessary) but viewing the exterior was still impressive!&lt;/div&gt;
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The Berlin Victory Column was very impressive, sitting as it does at the intersection of four very major roads. I did not actually know at the time why it was built (commemorating Prussian victory in 19th century wars), but I enjoyed visiting, nonetheless. Around this monument (I traveled by foot and saw some other sights on the way there and back), are a large number of sculptures and monuments to famous figures. Additionally, I passed a beautiful manor with guards out front, and could not puzzle out what it might be. One thing along the way, though, was a monument with tanks and artillery commemorating Russian deaths in World War II. This was a reminder that, despite the beauty of the Berlin Gate, Reichstag, and Victory Column, the imposing monumentalism of these buildings should never overshadow the cost of what happens when such impressive nationalism runs away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just as nationalism as an ideology should not run amok, my visit to Checkpoint Charlie and the remnants of the Berlin wall demonstrated the power of ideology overall to shape tyranny and inspire devision. It was also fascinating comparing my experiences to those of my father, who visited in the height of divided German history. The museum was interesting but a bit overwhelming. Still, seeing the pieces of the wall and looking into "East Berlin"was unforgettable.&lt;/div&gt;
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The typical "European tourist activities" were scant here in Berlin. I did look at the Berliner Dom Cathedral and also the Fernsehturm (television tower), that are both tourist attractions, but went inside neither of these monuments (the Cathedral was closed the only time I got near it, the Fernsehturm out of the way a bit and not dissimilar to the CN Tower in Toronto). I did, however, stop by Alexander Platz just to see it and because, as a fan of the trilogy of Bourne Films, I wanted to see one of the most important locations in that series. I was always impressed by the multiple "on location" film sites, and Alexander Platz seemed very interesting. That said, I was there at night, so not a lot was going on. The Kaiser-Wilhelm Memorial Church, usually a great attraction because of its "almost crumbling" look after World War II and the story that it was left that way as a testament to the horrors of war, was boxed up inside a bunch of panels for preservation work that made it look almost like a modern office building. I went inside, but not being able to see the exterior was disappointing.&lt;/div&gt;
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Some diehards might object to me putting this piece of German musical theatre on a blog billed as being about opera. That said, while there is a lot of campiness in this piece, I really do feel like the German's have a greater feel for making authentic musical theatre that is closer to opera than to the musical theatre of the United States and Britain (though this also is, of course, amplified). In fact, Jim Steinman, though not German himself, strongly emphasizes the influence of Wagnerian music on his compositional style. I have long enjoyed Steinman's music, and appreciated the opportunity to see this musical because it is put on almost exclusively in Europe, the Broadway version having failed spectacularly. I will admit it is not a work of art in the same sense that most operas at least aspire to be. But the over the top sets, campy storyline, and wild acting style, contrasted against the dead seriousness of the characters believing in the ultimate impact of the story, is priceless. The music, as well, bombastic and melodramatic, is enjoyable. It was really just a fun, wild evening of musical theatre.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/7958227610684364012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2013/01/berlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/7958227610684364012?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/7958227610684364012?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2013/01/berlin.html' title='Berlin'/><author><name>Christopher R. Skinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470424002439171318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_CkL1V6ONw/Ue0wH6y9-2I/AAAAAAAACjU/mowmaY3QWWs/s220/DSC02780.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVqIfRkAl2k/UQRwDmuMzaI/AAAAAAAABtQ/CSAU0YPb6JY/s72-c/IMG_3036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkcCR309cCp7ImA9WhBTEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639548796351286520.post-7479448032698926424</id><published>2013-01-26T15:18:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-04T19:14:26.368-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2013-02-04T19:14:26.368-08:00</app:edited><title>A Summary of Final Experiences to Follow</title><content type='html'>I thought about doing this summary exactly as I did my summary on my opera blog, all in one post. I think in this case I will, in fact, break up the posts. This is mostly finishing an archive for my &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;purposes, not one that I expect a great many people to read, but I want to bring closure to my experience blogging while abroad. The posts related to my final destinations, travels, experiences actually &lt;i&gt;in &lt;/i&gt;Vienna, and finally, upon returning.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/7479448032698926424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-summary-of-final-experiences-to-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/7479448032698926424?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/7479448032698926424?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-summary-of-final-experiences-to-follow.html' title='A Summary of Final Experiences to Follow'/><author><name>Christopher R. Skinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470424002439171318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_CkL1V6ONw/Ue0wH6y9-2I/AAAAAAAACjU/mowmaY3QWWs/s220/DSC02780.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUABQno_eip7ImA9WhRRF0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639548796351286520.post-1311962073868325424</id><published>2011-12-01T05:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:55:53.442-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-12-01T05:55:53.442-08:00</app:edited><title>Wiener Staatsoper Review: L'Elisir D'Amore Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;My review of the Wiener Staatsoper's production of&amp;nbsp;Janáček's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Káťa&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Kabanová&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been posted at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-review-kata-kabanova.html"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-review-kata-kabanova.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;My review of the Wiener Staatsoper's production of&amp;nbsp;Wagner's Der Ring des Nibelungen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been posted at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-der-ring-des.html"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-der-ring-des.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Reviews and other information regarding opera regularly at:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/4052756218344772236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-review-der-ring-des.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/4052756218344772236?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/4052756218344772236?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-review-der-ring-des.html' title='Wiener Staatsoper Review: Der Ring Des Nibelungen Wrap-Up Copy'/><author><name>Christopher R. Skinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470424002439171318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_CkL1V6ONw/Ue0wH6y9-2I/AAAAAAAACjU/mowmaY3QWWs/s220/DSC02780.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAHQX8-eyp7ImA9WhRSGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639548796351286520.post-7910735103870789128</id><published>2011-11-22T02:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T02:12:10.153-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-22T02:12:10.153-08:00</app:edited><title>Wiener Staatsoper Review: Götterdämmerung Copy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;My review of the Wiener Staatsoper's production of Wagner's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Götterdämmerung&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been posted at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-ends-wiener-staatsopers-ring-cycle.html"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-ends-wiener-staatsopers-ring-cycle.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Reviews and other information regarding opera regularly at:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/3968624034385230590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-review-siegfried-copy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/3968624034385230590?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/3968624034385230590?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-review-siegfried-copy.html' title='Wiener Staatsoper Review: Siegfried Copy'/><author><name>Christopher R. Skinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470424002439171318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_CkL1V6ONw/Ue0wH6y9-2I/AAAAAAAACjU/mowmaY3QWWs/s220/DSC02780.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0cNQX88cCp7ImA9WhRSE0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639548796351286520.post-261146542724268535</id><published>2011-11-13T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:58:10.178-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-15T06:58:10.178-08:00</app:edited><title>Wiener Staatsoper Review: Die Walküre Copy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;My review of the Wiener Staatsoper's production of Wagner's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Die Walküre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been posted at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-continues-wiener-staatsopers-ring.html"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-continues-wiener-staatsopers-ring.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Reviews and other information regarding opera regularly at:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/feeds/261146542724268535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-review-die-walkure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/261146542724268535?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8639548796351286520/posts/default/261146542724268535?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sojournvienna.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-review-die-walkure.html' title='Wiener Staatsoper Review: Die Walküre Copy'/><author><name>Christopher R. Skinner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470424002439171318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_CkL1V6ONw/Ue0wH6y9-2I/AAAAAAAACjU/mowmaY3QWWs/s220/DSC02780.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkAMR30-eyp7ImA9WhRSEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8639548796351286520.post-7381036340994181111</id><published>2011-11-10T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:59:46.353-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-11-12T09:59:46.353-08:00</app:edited><title>Salzburg: Zweimal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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To those who knew I travelled to Salzburg just a week past, it might come as a surprise that I already returned this past weekend. I found however, that Salzburg was the one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. I had looked up online the ten sights to see in Salzburg and on my first trip only gotten to see five. I promised I would return to see the other five. The interesting thing about this, though, is that unlike Vienna, Salzburg feels like a city where you could, with some work, "do it all." So even though I got done more in two trips, probably, than any tourist normally does, ever, I still wonder what little gems there might be. It was great to have the opportunity to come back and finish things up, though.&lt;br /&gt;
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My first stop was Mirabell Palace, which I stumbled on almost by accident given the way the bus routes run. The odd thing about Mirabell palace is that, in some ways, the gardens are the most exciting thing about it. I must add the caveat, however, that it is still an operating building, and so I didn't get to see much of the inside. By taking a side street I entered the gardens and was at the end of a long walk. Interestingly, this long walk was set up to highlight the elevated section of the gardens and Hohenfestung castle, but not Mirabell itself as the palace is to the side. I think it is this, combined with its square toroid shape and uniformity, that make the exterior of the building itself not particularly spectacular. This walkway to the gardens, however, was gorgeous. I'm certain it would be pretty any time of year, but with the fall colors, it was simply stunning. There are unfortunately inevitably going to be tourists swarming, but it seemed like such a calm, peaceful place as well. I can definitely see why the row was put here, even if it highlights something other than the palace proper.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d42OtJL01GM/TrlVLb64UhI/AAAAAAAABUo/Hp2VYIkC0iE/s1600/IMG_2684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d42OtJL01GM/TrlVLb64UhI/AAAAAAAABUo/Hp2VYIkC0iE/s320/IMG_2684.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;The gardens proper suffered a bit due to the season. Some of the flower beds intended to make up patterns in the grass were just dirt, either because they don't keep flowers in them during the winter or because they are changing the flowers to winter varietals. Still, everything that wasn't a flower was, like the walkway, in exquisite fall colors. Also, the fountains and statues added to the ambiance. While I have railed against Mirabell proper and the fact that the walkway of trees doesn't lead up to it, the main gardens do, and they did contribute something to the main palace, making it look stately, if not beautiful or incredibly grand. Next to the palace, sort of triangulated between the building, the tree-lined walkway, the main gardens, and the elevated gardens is a fountain with a prancing horse on it. I'm not sure what the significance of the horse is, but it was a nice pond. Behind it was some kind of conservatory.&lt;br /&gt;
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After exploring the lower gardens I headed up to the upper gardens. One upper garden was across a bridge and had  strange gnomish figures and suffused with fallen leaves from tall, yellow-orange colored trees. The main upper garden was directly in front of the fountain, however, and was in line with the row of trees from earlier. This garden was headed off by stairs guarded by a gate and flanked by unicorn statues on either side. The stairs split, offering two ways to the top. Between them a sign heralded the Franz Josef I in gold lettering against red marble. Once I got to the top there was a rose garden that, I think in a better time of year would have been more impressive, but nonetheless was pretty. A young couple was making use of this garden when I stopped by. The most spectacular view, however, was coming back the other way, looking out at Hohenfestung, the fountain, and the trees, with everything in line. That's the photo that heads off the post.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39ortVRZ_-s/Tr5Cgum5-pI/AAAAAAAABbQ/rQIcriZ33GU/s1600/IMG_2749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-39ortVRZ_-s/Tr5Cgum5-pI/AAAAAAAABbQ/rQIcriZ33GU/s320/IMG_2749.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a sort of annex garden next to the main garden that I actually didn't get to until after going through the actual Mirabell Palace itself. I'll post it here for continuity, however. The hedges were a more integral part of this garden, and the main features were the conservatory on one end and the fountain in the middle. The fountain was really cool, a woman with birds perched all over her body with each bird spitting out water. The conservatory was pretty small, but had some tropical plants in it. There was also a big bird cage with a solitary tropical bird. I tried to get a picture of him but the camera kept focusing on the grid of the cage and not on the bird, really. He also wasn't very cooperative in posing!&lt;span id="goog_1733801488"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1733801489"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The decoration in this entryway and on the stairs was mind blowing, but it felt almost like it was from some sort of science fiction or fantasy architectural style rather than one that would have been accepted when Mirabell Palace was built. I went up the stairs to try to see the concert hall but the door was closed and locked. I think they keep it that way since there's a concert you can pay for almost every night to see in there. Still, it was cool to get a glimpse of the Palace interior, even if it was not of the most spectacular portions or a very large&amp;nbsp;cross-section.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKUqt6jw4a4/Tr5Czjv8K0I/AAAAAAAABbo/IWgKuGleOXw/s1600/IMG_2759.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKUqt6jw4a4/Tr5Czjv8K0I/AAAAAAAABbo/IWgKuGleOXw/s320/IMG_2759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After finally leaving the Mirabell Palace complex I headed over to Mozart's Wohnhaus, which was just nearby. I must say that the museum contained herein was significantly less impressive than the one contained in Mozart's Geburtshaus on the other side of of the river. Nonetheless, it was cool to see more relics of the Mozart family. The exhibits on Leopold Mozart and Nannerl Mozart (Wolfgang's father and sister) were particularly impressive. It was also nice to have an&amp;nbsp;interactive&amp;nbsp;map that highlighted each of Mozart's&amp;nbsp;journeys&amp;nbsp;throughout Europe. As a sort of side note I was fascinated by the obelisk containing Mozart's entire works in it. It was an impressively tall tower! The main thing, that on its own would have made the visit worth it, were the dance-master's hall and what it contained. The woman from whom the Mozarts rented this house was a dancing master (or mistress) and this was the long, rectangular room, with parquet floor, that the dancing actually would have occurred (though I'm not sure if it occurred while the Mozarts were occupants). There were several exhibits against the walls, including some instruments from Mozart's time. Also, at the end of the room they had two musicians playing duets on violin and &lt;i&gt;forte-piano&lt;/i&gt;. Except that this wasn't just a &lt;i&gt;forte-piano&lt;/i&gt;. It was &lt;i&gt;Mozart's forte-piano&lt;/i&gt;. Incredible.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9vtU78lip8/Tr5CmR3rkcI/AAAAAAAABbY/ky5gM5Kjn4w/s1600/IMG_2754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9vtU78lip8/Tr5CmR3rkcI/AAAAAAAABbY/ky5gM5Kjn4w/s400/IMG_2754.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's &lt;u&gt;Mozart's&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;forte-piano&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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After seeing Mozart's Wohnhaus I took a quick stop for lunch and had a gorgonzola pizza at a quaint half-underground restaurant with an eccentric but funny waiter who, I think, may have actually originally been from an English speaking country. This restaurant was right nearby the St. Sebastian monastery/cathedral, which was one of the other destinations I had wanted to return to visit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tFs8KidVspw/Tr5DF_kT6wI/AAAAAAAABb4/cFYoAA1_MwA/s1600/IMG_2766.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tFs8KidVspw/Tr5DF_kT6wI/AAAAAAAABb4/cFYoAA1_MwA/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYcSfz1gfVg/Tr5DavxJiBI/AAAAAAAABcA/v_Ai7Z7U-iQ/s1600/IMG_2770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYcSfz1gfVg/Tr5DavxJiBI/AAAAAAAABcA/v_Ai7Z7U-iQ/s200/IMG_2770.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately the actual cathedral and monastery buildings were closed, so my explorations were limited to the graveyard. I was entirely out of luck with the cathedral building, but the old monastery building or whatever exactly it was in the center for the graveyard only had a grate locking it, so I was able to get a glimpse of what it looked like and a few rough photos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeEy9FEUgcQ/Tr5Dr8BEQNI/AAAAAAAABcI/hh_XDTWyZN4/s1600/IMG_2778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeEy9FEUgcQ/Tr5Dr8BEQNI/AAAAAAAABcI/hh_XDTWyZN4/s200/IMG_2778.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The graveyard itself was impressive and felt very well put together in its square shape. One of the major gravestones, which was highlighted by (most put there by overseers, I think) austrian flags and wreaths, was that of Leopold Mozart. The story is that Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's body is lost because he was buried in an unmarked mass grave. Apparently, the museums informed me, this was normal for Mozart's time, and that though he did have trouble managing his money, at the end of his life he had enough that it wasn't poverty that forced him into this burial, simply custom. I wonder though, why Leopold's grave is marked and known. Did burial procedures change that much between the deaths of father and son (which weren't as far apart as they should have been due to Mozart's untimely demise)?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gI9DO-E8OMg/Tr5EDKGGh8I/AAAAAAAABcQ/FWMolhpyGtE/s320/IMG_2781.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did this grave get here?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_M68fQmcxw/Tr5ESJDfJLI/AAAAAAAABcg/34AjxY25stE/s1600/IMG_2816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_M68fQmcxw/Tr5ESJDfJLI/AAAAAAAABcg/34AjxY25stE/s400/IMG_2816.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is from the Residenz Palace it just &lt;i&gt;looks&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like Greece!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6WBIdKTryk/Tr5EnozMIJI/AAAAAAAABcw/UXwGsjIeWyM/s1600/IMG_2841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j6WBIdKTryk/Tr5EnozMIJI/AAAAAAAABcw/UXwGsjIeWyM/s320/IMG_2841.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My final stop that was actually in town was at the Residenz Palace, the primary residence of the Prince Archbishops who ruled Salzburg. It's true that they also had their seat in Hohenfestung, but that was, most likely, not used to receive guests in peace time. The Residenz Palace, on the same square as St. Peter's Cathedral, is, not unlike Miraball Palace, rather unassuming from the outside. It is the inside of this palace that make it particularly impressive (or opulent!). I really appreciated the way that each room had a painting from the life of Alexander the Great on the ceiling, the red walls and furniture (with white and gold, very beautiful), and the exquisite woodworking in the building.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gallery of stuff at the Residenz Palace:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J947BXz1wpY/Tr5EeFZwskI/AAAAAAAABco/geX5e5vbio8/s200/IMG_2834.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Original 17th Century Murano &lt;br /&gt;
glass mirror&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g3s5G3Pyb5g/Tr5Ezaj80tI/AAAAAAAABdA/l7LFY1aLgiM/s320/IMG_2894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-BWOKhMvUM/Tr5Ets_4dSI/AAAAAAAABc4/wBaSEWI6dzM/s200/IMG_2849.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parquet floor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-obHTj4VwM/Tr5E6vh1rhI/AAAAAAAABdI/bDAVO2M_PYo/s200/IMG_2925.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trick! This was actually in the Mozart Wohnhaus, but also incredible!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqnTRdQHf3U/Tr5FRPBqviI/AAAAAAAABdg/fqzhtqdDKdc/s400/IMG_2955.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helbrunn Palace&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKiMIRh9niE/Tr5Fa6cnk4I/AAAAAAAABdo/Jpn7va1lkoo/s1600/IMG_2960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKiMIRh9niE/Tr5Fa6cnk4I/AAAAAAAABdo/Jpn7va1lkoo/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the still operating fountains, &lt;br /&gt;though I bet the others are more impressive....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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My final trip was out to see Helbrunn Palace and its special fountains. Now, this was a situation where not thinking things through and not preparing led to some significant problems. There is some way to get there on public transportation (that's how I came back) but I didn't take it. Instead I walked for several miles to get to the palace. Now, granted, it was an incredibly beautiful walk, but my feet really hurt by the end of it, and I was beginning to get a headache. Perhaps the worse problem, however, is that the palace is shut down for winter, as are most of the fountains (duh... too cold). I still got to see some of where the fountains would have been, the side garden, and the building itself. I also got to check everything off my list of things to do. I was a bit disappointed, but it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrprAXkZQF8/Tr5Fg9neUMI/AAAAAAAABdw/4onpBJ4KUIY/s320/IMG_2969.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The side gardens with their water features.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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After returning to town, I went and got an ornament for our family Christmas tree. I was a bit disappointed that I couldn't find a place easily that had stuff made in Salzburg. Nonetheless I fell in love with a little snowman from Innsbruck. I wanted her to give me the exact one on display but instead she got a box out of the back. I guess you have to say, "oh well," about such sentimental thoughts. Let me leave this post with some beautiful fall photos, gorgeous, whimsical, and stunning.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k9rGww_teR0/Tr5EIyhl4oI/AAAAAAAABcY/GW23mFStwvY/s400/IMG_2791.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taken on the main bridge in Salzburg before I left for Helbrunn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRcLCpy-4Pw/Tr5FLywDECI/AAAAAAAABdY/EZmJI7lYKaQ/s400/IMG_2951.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doggie on top of the harvest!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAhKGuRJNfg/Tr5FDZCYODI/AAAAAAAABdQ/P7MNO1Vz-og/s1600/IMG_2947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAhKGuRJNfg/Tr5FDZCYODI/AAAAAAAABdQ/P7MNO1Vz-og/s640/IMG_2947.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe the best photo I've ever taken.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;My review of the Wiener Staatsoper's production of Rossini's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Il barbiere di Siviglia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been posted at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-il-barbiere-del-bel.html"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/11/wiener-staatsoper-il-barbiere-del-bel.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My extension of my Munich trip to Salzburg happened quite accidentally. I had planned to connect going to Munich with going to Stuttgart to see &lt;i&gt;Tanz der Vampire&lt;/i&gt;. The show closed in Stuttgart, however, and I was therefore forced to change plans. While I'm still hoping to see the show when it plays in Berlin during the month of November, I am really glad that I ended up going to Salzburg. I will admit that I haven't been to &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; many cities. Also, I will say that it's fair to note that a really large city (London, Paris, etc.) is going to have good parts and bad parts in the modern era. That said, Salzburg is, by far, the most beautiful city I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the interesting things about my visit to Salzburg was that it occurred on a national holiday - akin to &amp;nbsp;the United States' Independence Day. The streets were practically deserted, of tourists, and certainly of locals. It was a rainy (although only very lightly), foggy, and grey. This, far from being a bad thing, actually added to the beauty of the city. It was a wonderful, chill day, and the weather fit perfectly with the fall colors on the trees in the hills. Where there were trees in the city, the colored leaves littered the ground. The ghostly absent streets added to the Autumnal mystique. Fortunately, despite this holiday most of the cultural places I wanted to visit were still open. A few closed a bit early, which added to my later desire to return to the city. I also noted that, with a cool but not biting temperature (though it won't, of course, &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;stay that way), river running through a smaller city flanked by two hills, and the main town situated in the valley with suburbs outside of the main valley, Salzburg resembles Portland in many ways. I think this made me feel like it was home, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZDn7EkOjkY/TrGdn-yX9PI/AAAAAAAABHI/hacCtbT_u50/s1600/IMG_2425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZDn7EkOjkY/TrGdn-yX9PI/AAAAAAAABHI/hacCtbT_u50/s320/IMG_2425.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had originally intended to make my first stop the castle, since that is by far the biggest landmark. Initially, however, I couldn't figure out how to get up the hill, and I ended up near the city's main cathedral, the Salzburger Dom. A (semi-)aerial exterior view of the Dom can be seen in the first photo on this post. One of the cool things about the Dom is that it is flanked by other buildings, including one very old Romanesque cathedral and the famous Residenz Palace. This forms a courtyard in front of the Dom. Unfortunately the courtyard was not designed with the idea of taking photos in mind, and my camera was unable to capture the façade of the cathedral. Also, this was made more difficult due to the statue/fountain that is in the center of the square. Currently (or perhaps permanently, I don't know), the statue is covered by a big glass cone, the side of which you can see in the accompanying "best I could do" shot of the cathedral's façade. Hopefully they're restoring the statue or protecting it against seasonal weather. Otherwise, they may be protecting it, but to what end?&lt;br /&gt;
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It was cool to walk into this cathedral. A lot of people say that European cathedrals begin to blur together after a while. To an extent I agree that this is true, and I don't know that I could tell you which was which without photo reference (with some exceptions). Still, each one has its unique facets. One of the particular things that struck me about the Salzburger Dom was the larger use of painting inside of the cathedral in conjunction with stone and plaster work for decoration. This set the cathedral apart from many cathedrals that are otherwise conceptually and stylistically similar that I've seen so far.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another cool thing about the Dom was the fact that it has five different organs. There is one large organ at the back of the cathedral, as is customary in these buildings. More intriguingly however, at the crux of the cruciform building, each of the four corners has an identical, smaller organ on an elevated platform. I don't know, but I would be interested in knowing, how these five different organs are used. It would be incredible, but musically nigh impossible, to play them all together. At Lawrence University, I saw two organs used together, and even that was, according to people with expertise in the field, difficult and questionable to do. Nonetheless, the five organ arrangement is decidedly unique to the Salzburger Dom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wonderfully, my tour of the Salzburger Dom was not limited to the aboveground elements of the building. I also had the excellent opportunity to visit the Dom's Crypts. In many cathedrals this space is either closed to the actually devout visiters or open only for a small fee. Here, however, it was completely open. I don't know if I was technically allowed to take photos down there, but because there were no people there to be disturbed, I did so anyway. I was very impressed by some of the most ancient parts of the crypt that represented very well the fact that almost all of these cathedrals are built over an older, rougher foundation. This crypt held more than just mausoleums and elements like that. For instance, it possessed a room that was somewhat circular (the walls were flat, but there were enough that it had a circular feel) with newer graves in the walls. Finally, there was a beautiful door leading into a small&amp;nbsp;subterranean&amp;nbsp;chapel. What the theological difference is between this place of prayer and the main cathedral I don't know, but it certainly was a nice place.&lt;br /&gt;
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After leaving the Dom my next stop, almost entirely by accident, was the Mozart museum located in the house in which Mozart was born. Mozart's family only lived on the third floor, but now the museum takes up the entire building. I can never do justice to the museum's contents and information here, but it was very fascinating. I spent a ton of time there, and I made sure to look at and read every single thing they had on display. Some of the coolest things were learning about the way Mozart lead his life and his relationships. For instance, he spent in total time nearly one third of his life travelling either for performance or conducting of his own works. Another look is how close he was to his sister, and how deeply, deeply he loved his wife despite his reputation in his youth of being a gregarious lady's man. Also very cool to see were things that Mozart had used or touched himself. There were some original scores, facsimiles of notations made by Mozart personally, props from premiers of operas, a facsimile of a piano-forte, and most stunningly and beautifully, Mozart's own concert violin, laid out in the very room where he was born.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eyetX0ocUM/TrGedpAK5BI/AAAAAAAABIQ/lS1Ffc1wjOE/s1600/IMG_2514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6eyetX0ocUM/TrGedpAK5BI/AAAAAAAABIQ/lS1Ffc1wjOE/s320/IMG_2514.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After leaving the Mozart museum after what must have been an eternity, I continued to look for the various landmarks I knew I should visit, but the locations of which I did not know. While still trying to find a way up the hill to the castle, I happened upon the St. Peter's Benedictine monastery, founded in 696 and is considered to be the oldest north of the Alps. I did visit the darkened inside of the building, and it was neat to see. Here there really were people praying, but I still got off a few photos. Here again, it seems like more paint was used for decor than in other churches and cathedrals in other cities. In this particularly building, however, the painting was even more distinct because, unlike the Salzburger Dom, it &amp;nbsp;wasn't so integrated as accenting to the other decoration, but in large standalone paintings behind the altar and along the walls of the cathedral. The building I visited was honestly not the biggest pull in this region, however.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The main attraction (though that word might not be appropriate) was what I believe was the original monastical building behind, and more importantly, its surrounding cathedral and crypts. Between the cathedral in front and the monastical building behind was a beautiful cathedral with marble gravestones and quaint paths between. It was interesting to note that, while the graves looked like they had come from some other time, their dates ranged from a couple hundred years ago to modern day burials. It was wonderful to see such a beautifully maintained space for burial with shrines, well-wrought gravestones, and flowers. While I was in this area I also visited the crypts. These crypts, rather than being underground beneath some church, were carved directly into the rock on the side of the cliff (this cliff is at the foot of the same hill topped by the castle). It was neat to go up and see these rugged, fairly simple crypts for burial. I believe that the crypt I visited is just one of several, but that the others are still private burial shrines.&lt;/div&gt;
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Finally, after going through the graveyard and really getting my bearings, I found the little tram that goes from the foot of the hill up to the top and opens directly into the castle, Festung Hohensalzburg. For a long time, Hohensalzburg had no transportation to the summit other than by foot. At some point a winch trolley system was introduced, which can still be seen, but the modern tram-elevator system is definitely a recent development. I'm certainly glad I didn't have to walk all the way up to the summit, however. In fact, I don't know which face of the mountain is walkable, most looked as though they would have to be scaled. That is, of course, why a castle was built on such a defensible location.&amp;nbsp;Once I was inside the castle, I primarily occupied my time with four different activities: walking around outside the castle and exploring all the different nooks and crannies, looking out over Salzburg and its valley, full of fall colors and autumnal mist, the tour of the battlements and salt stores (which also included general information about the castle's history), and the tour of the princely chambers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think one of the coolest things about the castle was just having the opportunity to walk around inside the exterior walls but not actually inside the buildings. As a boy you always imagine that everything in the medieval world is made up of castles all over the place. Castles certainly existed and were important, but nonetheless few and far between and very expensive in the grand scheme of things. Nonetheless, it was sort of a satisfaction of that youthful medieval fantasy to walk around such a large and, in at least some ways, very quintessential example of a medieval castle. It was neat to see the murder holes, arrow slits, and wider lookouts through the wall. It was also interesting how, at least in this particular castle, the walls weren't one solid ring around the castle, but rather there were several different walls with different "bastions," some sticking further out and some being closer in to make, through irregular defenses, an assault more difficult. I also had the opportunity to look at a courtyard (with a tree in changing colors!), two wells for drawing water (crucial in a siege!), and some cannons, too, (it's an important factor that castles and gunpowder did overlap for a while)!&lt;br /&gt;
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The two tours were also very neat. I'm not including a photo of the first tour, but it was through the salt stores and the battlements. The salt stores are above the stables, and were important in light of Salz-burg's most prominent resource. It was important to keep at least some of this reserved in the keep as it was the main source of wealth for the city and for the archbishops that ran the castle and the area. Now, though, that salt isn't so expensive, they have an exhibit in the main salt storeroom demonstrating the development of the castle over time, from a small keep to its current massive scale. After this we ascended to the top of one of the outer towers, which had an observation platform built on top of it, allowing for a 360 degree view of Salzburg (as far as the mists and fog would allow). I'll put more of the beautiful pictures from this at the end of the post. After returning from the tower, I went down a very long, narrow passage within the battlement, looking out the narrow windows (which have glass but at some point might have been open for defense). At the end of this passage was the "Salzburg Bull," a large mechanical organ that now has a barrel organ in it that was so loud it could be used to wake the whole town in the mornings and to make announcements from the archbishop.&lt;/div&gt;
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The second tour was of the archbishop's princely apartments. It was really interesting to see how, in some ways, these were simplistic, made mostly out of painted wood. Still, the concert room was really cool, and impressive that even in such a remote castle, music was so important to the archbishops. Also, the heater was very ornate. Much of this tour was actually a history museum, much of which was dedicated to World War I (it seems the region was involved in the war, somehow, perhaps even the castle itself). The actual princely apartments were definitely the coolest thing here, but it was interesting to see the uniforms, weaponry, telegraph equipment, and skis from the war.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's been a bit since I posted something other than links to my opera blog. I had to get those opera reviews out of the way so it didn't get to be too long after their showing date and so that I could remember enough of the details. Now though, I'd like to touch on my trip to Munich and Bavaria last week, with a post about Salzburg to follow.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm quickly learning that the night train experience is not the best for getting rest. It's true that it gets you there sooner than you could get there otherwise, and it is cheaper (because of already having a EURail pass, of course, but also) because you don't have to pay for accommodations that night. Still, I arrived in Munich pretty exhausted. Also, it wasn't convenient to be arriving there in the very early morning (before seven). I found my way from the train station to the hotel (fortunately it wasn't far) and then got some work done. At one point I went back to the train station because, unlike Vienna, that was the only place I could find a coffee shop to get some hot chocolate and a chocolate croissant. I did some reading here before heading back and actually checking into the hotel. Exhausted, I slept before getting dinner at an Italian place that said, "we no speak americano."&lt;/div&gt;
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It wasn't until the next day that my actual exploration of Munich began. I had been informed by the front desk that there was a three hour walking tour of the city. I had intended to go on it the previous day, but the way it was explained to me I thought it left from the hotel, and it did not. I headed down to the city's central square, Marienplatz. The square is, unsurprisingly, named after the Virgin Mary, who is the patron saint of the city (there's some historical background to why this is, they inherited her somehow, but I can't recall it off the top of my head). The three main attractions in this area are the New City Hall, its clock tower, and the statue of Mary in the center of the square. My primary objective upon arriving, however, was to get lunch. I stopped into a little restaurant and had a sandwich and some hot chocolate while I read and waited for it to be about time for the walking tour.&lt;/div&gt;
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I met the tour guide under the watchful eyes of Mary in the center of the square. She explained that she was from the U.S. but had a German grandmother and is now going to school here while teaching English. Definitely interesting. She also seemed to have a non-American accent, which intrigued me since in every other way she claimed to be native to the U.S. Nonetheless, she was an excellent guide, knowledgeable about the city, and able to impart poignancy to some of the weightier topics but lighten other moments with wit.&lt;/div&gt;
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We started by having her explain about the statue in the center of the square and then discuss the New City Hall. Apparently the old one was not sufficient and so they started created the new one in a neo-gothic style. When it was finally completed, the old city hall got turned into a toy museum, which can still be visited, today (though I didn't go). The neo-gothic style was amazing, in large part because when the gothic period was actually in vogue the technology was somewhat insufficient to actually realize glorious projects in all but the most prestigious places. Neo-gothic was able to take those ideas and realize them with more modern technology. The flowers in the New City Hall were beautiful, too. It was also at this time the guide explained to us the monk symbol for the city of "München" because the city developed out of the existence of surrounding monasteries and the name means "where the monks are" or "where the monks go."&lt;/div&gt;
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Our next stop was the "church the Devil himself built." The myth about this church was that the Devil was upset upon visiting the church because he thought "oh, another house of God." He then realized upon walking in that there were no windows in the design and therefore the light of God could not enter in. He was pleased by this and decided to actually offer the architect his assistance. What he did not realize is that the architect actually had planned an optical illusion. When you walk into the church all the columns block the windows. You have to fully be &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the church before the light of God shines on you. When the devil realized this he was furious. There is a footprint on the floor that is supposedly the Devil's footprint, but more likely is the architect's. Later, however, a stained glass window was added to the back of the church.&lt;/div&gt;
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Like so much of Germania, and Europe as a whole, Munich has history very closely tied to World War II. We learned from our guide how Hitler, loving his lands but eager for war, recognized destruction would be wrought on his cities and therefore had photos and plans taken down to the tiniest details like the directions of tiles in the street to reconstruct the cities after the war. In Munich, these plans were followed (if not by Hitler's regime). In Berlin, the Soviets were not interested in this precise reconstruction, preferring to allow symbolic change in the city. Two examples of this were particularly prescient. The first was actually a failure (and may not have been from World War II, now that I think on it). One particular church lost some of its towers and they were not rebuilt. The clocks, however, were retained. Therefore, its one clock tower now has eight clocks on it, two for each direction. The other is the presence of a cannonball lodged in a church near its windows. This had been there prior to World War II, and in the reconstructions efforts the builders followed the plans right down to replacing the cannonball. Apparently it falls out every once and a while, and they have to glue it back in again.&lt;/div&gt;
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Besides its World War II history, Munich is of course famous for the original Oktoberfest. We walked by the main Hofbrauhaus, one of this festival's focal points. It was also interesting to go inside and see the rustic atmosphere. Apparently the service can be incredibly slow because it is so huge. Unless, that is, you happen to possess one of the special tables that can only be obtained through huge sums of money or by being a regular for decades. Unfortunately, here too, there is relationship to Hitler, as it was here that he did some of his plotting for and announcing of his new order.&lt;/div&gt;
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A brief reprieve from these gloomier aspects of Munich's history was the opportunity to see the opera house. It was not possible to go in (certainly not on the walking tour, and I tried to look later but it was shut up pretty tight). Still, it was interesting to see a massive opera house and concert house right next to each other, such a fixture in the city.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Also, at the next square was a beautiful Church with not so beautiful paint. One strip of the paint, however, was apparently what had been chosen by popular vote for repainting the cathedral. It was cool to see that they were doing this. The pale, pale yellow did look like it would be nice, but I did wonder how quickly it would become muddied and dark like the old yellow paint. The inside of this cathedral, whatever the outside paint, was nonetheless exquisite.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was on the way to this square that we saw a monument laid in gold into the cobblestones of the street. On the right side of this street was one of the great palaces of an earlier era. It sits on a major thoroughfare toward another part of Munich, as well as one of the universities. Unfortunately, the Nazis decided to put up a checkpoint on this thoroughfare, requiring passerby to hail Hitler before going on. Those who did not were immediately taken to Dachau (the first Nazi concentration camp and a "model" camp where training was done). Objectors began to use the side street where this monument is to avoid this possibility. The monument is there to show their path. Apparently the guide once had a man come up to her in the tour and say, "Are you telling them about this monument? Tell them my father walked through here every day for months, because he would not follow the Nazis." Sadly, eventually the Nazis placed a guard at the end of that street, as well, and if you did not have a good reason for going that way, you were also sent to Dachau.&lt;/div&gt;
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Once we arrived at the actual square, we were met with how impressive it is. It is unsurprising that Hitler loved to give his rallies here and make speeches from the steps. Indeed, it was somewhat horrifying to be able to stand exactly in that center spot and imagine what happened during that time. We also learned a story that when he first marched for revolution, he apparently ducked and ran when bullets started firing from police against the protest he had riled up. He stole and ambulance, took a girl with a skinned knee to the hospital, and kept going. Still, an ally of his who was a general never forgave him for his cowardice.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My review of the Wiener Staatsoper's production of Beethoven's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Fidelio&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been posted at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiener-staatsoper-review-beethovens-one.html"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiener-staatsoper-review-beethovens-one.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My review of the Wiener Staatsoper's production of R. Strauss'&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Salome&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been posted at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiener-staatsoper-insanity-of-all.html"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiener-staatsoper-insanity-of-all.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: small;"&gt;My review of the Wiener Staatsoper's production of Mozart's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Die Zauberflöte&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been posted at:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiener-staatsopers-outstanding-die.html"&gt;http://passionofopera.blogspot.com/2011/10/wiener-staatsopers-outstanding-die.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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