As we鈥檝e had to postpone our travels because of the pandemic, I believe a weekly dose of travel dreaming can be good medicine. Here鈥檚 a reminder of the fun that awaits us in Europe at the other end of this crisis.
Munching Europe鈥檚 most famous chocolate cake 鈥� the Sacher torte 鈥� in Caf茅 Sacher, across from Europe鈥檚 finest opera house, I feel underdressed in my travel wear. Thankfully, a coffee party of older ladies, who fit right in with the smoked mirrors and chandeliers, make me feel welcome at their table. They鈥檙e buzzing with excitement about the opera they are about to see 鈥� talking of long-dead Viennese composers as if they were still neighbours and even bursting into occasional bits of arias.
Loni, the elegant white-haired ringleader, answers my questions about Austria. 鈥淎 true Viennese is not Austrian, but a cocktail,鈥� she says, wiping the brown icing from her smile. 鈥淲e are a mix of the old Habsburg Empire. My grandparents are Hungarian.鈥� Gesturing to each of her friends, she adds, 鈥淎nd Gosha鈥檚 are Polish, Gabi鈥檚 are Romanian, and I don鈥檛 even know what hers are.鈥�
鈥淚t鈥檚 a melting pot,鈥� I say.
They respond: 鈥淵es, like America.鈥�
For 600 years, Vienna was the head of the once-grand Habsburg Empire. In 1900, Vienna鈥檚 nearly two million inhabitants made it the world鈥檚 sixth-largest city (after London, New York, Paris, Berlin, and Chicago). Then Austria started and lost the First World War 鈥� and its far-flung holdings. Today鈥檚 Vienna is a 鈥渉ead without a body,鈥� an elegant capital ruling tiny Austria. The average Viennese mother has one child and the population has dropped to 1.8 million.
I ask Loni about Austria鈥檚 low birthrate.
鈥淒ogs are the preferred child,鈥� she says, inspiring pearl-rattling peals of laughter from her friends.
Sharing coffee and cake with Viennese aristocracy who live as if Vienna were an eastern Paris, and as if calories didn鈥檛 count, I鈥檓 seeing the soul of Vienna. Vienna may have lost its political clout, but culturally and historically, this city of Freud, Brahms, a gaggle of Strausses, Empress Maria Theresa鈥檚 many children, and a dynasty of Holy Roman Emperors remains right up there with Paris, London, and Rome.
As far back as the 12th century, Vienna was a mecca for musicians, both secular and sacred. The Habsburg emperors of the 17th and 18th centuries were not only generous supporters of music but also fine musicians themselves (Maria Theresa played a mean double bass). Composers such as Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Brahms, and Mahler gravitated to this music-friendly environment. They taught each other, jammed together, and spent a lot of time in Habsburg palaces. Beethoven was a famous figure, walking 鈥� lost in musical thought 鈥� through Vienna鈥檚 wooded parks.
After the defeat of Napoleon in 1815, the Congress of Vienna shaped 19th-century Europe. Vienna enjoyed its violin-filled belle 茅poque, which shaped our romantic image of the city: fine wine, caf茅s, waltzes, and these great chocolate cakes. The waltz was the rage and 鈥淲altz King鈥� Johann Strauss and his brothers kept Vienna鈥檚 300 ballrooms spinning. This musical tradition created the prestigious Viennese institutions that tourists enjoy today: the opera, Boys鈥� Choir, and great Baroque halls and churches, all busy with classical concerts.
As we split up the bill and drained the last of our coffee, the women take opera tickets out of their purses in anticipation. 鈥淲here will you be sitting?鈥� Loni asks.
鈥淎ctually, I鈥檒l be standing,鈥� I say. 鈥淚鈥檝e got a Stehplatz, a standing-room-only ticket.鈥� (Vienna opera makes sure students and music-lovers with limited budgets can see performances on the cheap 鈥� if they don鈥檛 mind climbing to the top of the theatre and standing.)
The women look at me kindly, perhaps wondering if they should have paid for my cake and coffee.
鈥淎 Stehplatz is just 鈧�4. So I have money left over for more Sacher torte,鈥� I tell them with a smile. What I don鈥檛 say is that, for me, three hours is a lot of opera. A Stehplatz allows me the cheap and easy option of leaving early.
Leaving the caf茅, we talk opera as we cross the street. The prestigious Vienna Opera isn鈥檛 backed in the pit by the famous Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra, but by its farm team: second-string strings. Still, Loni reminds me, 鈥淚t鈥檚 one of the world鈥檚 top opera houses.鈥� Even with 300 performances a year, expensive seats are normally sold out 鈥� mostly to well-dressed, Sacher torte-eating locals. Saying goodbye to my new friends, I head for the standing-room ticket window. Cackling as old friends do, they waltz through the grand floor entrance and into another evening of high Viennese culture.
This article was adapted from Rick鈥檚 new book, For the Love of Europe.
Rick Steves () writes European guidebooks, hosts travel shows on public TV and radio, and organizes European tours. You can email Rick at [email protected] and follow his blog on Facebook.
