Klimt’s Beethoven frieze at the Succession Museum
To complete my heritage journey, we hop on a train to Vienna, a mere 1.30 hrs away from Brno. As a small child, I spent a couple of summer holidays with my Czech grandmother, who rented a small flat somewhere. It was heaven: knedlíky dumplings for breakfast every day, crème fraiche with mandarin slices, visits to the eponymous hotel for Sacher torte with her various cousins, the Prater (the big wheel was a favourite) and to her old boyfriend, Alois Podhajsky, then director of the Spanish riding school! I’m afraid we did none of these things!
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