Somehow, I’m having a hard time finding words to describe my time in Vienna. Yes, it was pretty. Yes, the architecture was amazing. Yes, the Stephansdom cathedral and the Kunsthistorisches Museum brought me to tears. But other than that — Vienna and I didn’t really click.
It took me a while to understand what makes me love a city: A mixture of old and new, ugly and beautiful. A city I fall for needs water close by, hills for spectacular views, and gritty neighborhoods with funky independent shops and graffiti. I like a city that is a bit rough around the edges and I like falling in love at second (or even third) sight sometimes.
Vienna however is flat — and not only literally. For me, Vienna felt like it lacked a little spice. Yes, it was super pretty. But I longed for the city to have a little more street art and a few more buskers.
Maybe I wasn’t in the right neighborhoods, maybe not every city has to become my favorite place in the world — and that’s okay.
Because one thing I can say about Vienna that it is extremely photogenic. Late August light and impressive imperial architecture are certainly an easy motif.
Inside St. Stephen’s Cathedral