The day we arrived Vienna, we had a deep breath of comfort, relief and spaciousness in a royal way. A few days passed well in Prague but then, finishing all the touristic attractions and not finding any local alternatives, led us to Vienna. Hours of bus ride through small villages, quiet neighbourhoods and large, green plains has taken us to these Baroque lands. Walking down the large, bright streets among museums, cathedrals and royal gardens, horse carriages passing by, snow began to fall smoothly and in a short while covered up everything with a magical touch. Twilight and snowfall has repainted the huge garden of Kunsthistorisches Museum and Bibliotheca. I left my footsteps on snow covered grass and gazed the gracious building, gazed the centenary holes on grey, cold, porous stone, watched each snowflake under the old, wrought lamp, shining, floating and falling down gracefully.
Following a long, snowy walk, the night has warmed again in Kursalon and notes of Strauss, Beethoven and Brahms have filled the hall. The rest is of the untold. Of re-listening the tales once composed and told by flutes, violins and piano. Of hearing among sparkling chandeliers, gentle snowflakes, horse carriages, waltzes, ornaments and candlelit sleepless nights in the Baroque timelessness.