I met up with Oma and Opa for a trip to something they thought might interest me – honestly, I think they just wanted to get me out of the house. Keeping in mind their warning about a bit of walking in the sun (knowing my affinity for heels and the shade), I chose something nice and light and low and jumped onto the U6 to meet them at Westbahnhof Station where we transferred to the U2 to exit in the First District.
The First District is absolutely beautiful, filled with ancient buildings; tiny cobblestone streets; tiny, shiny and expensive shops; and tiny, shiny, and expensive-looking people. Strolling along I saw many things I reminded myself I’d have to come back to buy (does that really ever work?). Then the street opened up and we came upon the Imperial Apartments.
After strolling through and admiring the architecture and history of the apartments/museum, we wandered into the courtyard’s park and toward the stalls of the festival. Everything was produced by the farmers/woodsmen of Austria and each was more exciting than the next – artisanal cheeses, breads, meats, traditional meals, and craftwork. Maybe it was because I was with Oma and Opa who seem to know everyone or because they wanted to show off their Austrian food to a new palate or because they just thought I need fattening-up but at each stall I was asked to try and give my opinion of their wares. I must admit that I was too busy sampling to remember to take pictures. But one stall stood out which I did manage to get a quick snap.
For dinner that night, we had an informal living room picnic, all bought at HerbstFest.