Vienna is full of beautiful parks, beautiful flowers, and beautiful buildings

Vienna is full of beautiful parks, beautiful flowers, and beautiful buildings

With five days in Austria we continue our odd little city hopping before meeting our bike tour in Venice. If Kiev was all about churches and Ukranian food, Vienna was about museums and parks, especially the UNESCO-cited historic center. Consistent with our three-plus weeks in Europe now, it rained pretty much every day. I think it’s distinctly possible that we’ve gotten more rain – certainly more days of rain – since flying to Paris than we’d had in the first three years of travel combined. Even so we would get patches of beautiful weather and when it was rainy there were always half a dozen museums worth going to.

Our sitting room, complete with chandelier and fresh flowers

Our sitting room, complete with chandelier and fresh flowers

What were the highlights? One thing we loved was the CAT, a 16-minute nonstop train from the airport into the center of the city, one of the best airport commutes I can think of. And just to add to the greatness of it, we could check in for our flight at the train station so that was all done before we got to the airport and we didn’t even have to schlep our bags onto the train and into the airport.

And our hotel. Hotels in Vienna were pretty expensive, so we stayed at the Imperial, one of the grand old dames of the world. Why stay there if even normal hotels were expensive? A trick we learned in Madrid when hotels were too expensive. We used Starwood points to lower the cost to a pretty normal range. And then we could pretty much count on an upgrade to a lovely suite, which we got. So there we were right in the heart of everything with a space that practically begged us to have cocktails in our room before going out for the evening. Hell, we couldn’t afford not to stay there!

Parks. Vienna has a ton of really beautiful parks and they’re not afraid to let people use them, lie in them, enjoy them. Twice I got kicked out by the rain, but otherwise Vienna is a great city for whiling away hours in the park with a good book.

The sausage (hot dog, really) with mustard and horseradish was good but how many times can you make that your meal?

The sausage (hot dog, really) with mustard and horseradish was good but how many times can you make that your meal?

The Kunsthistorisches Museum was pretty spectacular. One section was old Roman stuff, including this room of busts. I had just finished reading a fun history of the first five Roman emperors and it was as though my book had come to life with these characters.

The Kunsthistorisches Museum was pretty spectacular. One section was old Roman stuff, including this room of busts. I had just finished reading a fun history of the first five Roman emperors and it was as though my book had come to life with these characters.

A bust of Aristotle

A bust of Aristotle

The Kunsthistorisches Museum had lots of great art, including this Caravaggio of David & Goliath

The Kunsthistorisches Museum had lots of great art, including this Caravaggio of David & Goliath

What didn’t we like about Vienna? The food, to be honest. This was our second relatively brief stop in a Germanic country (the other being last spring in Germany) and after about three meals we’d be pining for something more interesting. We love sausage and sauerkraut but you can’t eat that twice a day for very long. Otherwise everything was just too heavy and too breaded and had too many potatoes. We quickly found ourselves scouting out the best Indian and Italian restaurants available.

Oh, and high on the “hated it” list was T-Mobile. Even for just a few days in a country we try to get SIM cards for our phones so we can surf the web, make maps, and text while we’re out and about. The T-Mobile SIM card was kind of expensive for the five days we were going to use it, but it still made sense. Until Mark’s quit working after just three days. Couldn’t get online at all.

So he trudged back to the store where they explained that he’d texted a picture. Yes, that’s true; he took a screenshot of his Google map to show me where he was when I was going to join him in a park. They explained the while the package we’d bought included texts it didn’t include texting pictures; they cost something like €1.25. And since he didn’t have a €1.25 credit on his account they shut everything down until he paid it. Now, the normal thing to do in a situation like that is to just block the text from going out, but they let the text go out and then shut him down until he paid up.

All frustrating enough, but it gets worse. He’s willing to pay the money just to get his Internet back but the smallest “package” he can buy to cover the one picture he’d texted was €10. Right. T-Mobile lets the text go out and then is going to charge him €10 to recover the hostage. That was just too far and although he fussed a good deal, they weren’t budging. And he wasn’t paying. So T-Mobil sucks.

And Airbnb sucks too. We finally got notice about the broken bed in Paris that we didn’t break. They charged us $800 for it and, because they already have Bart & Ann’s credit card for the deposit there’s not much we can do about it.

Except for all that, though, life is good. We’re getting caught up on all the rain we’ve missed over the last three years, got lots of time in some great museums, and spend happy hour aghast over whatever it was that Donald Trump said today. We had a chance to explore a little bit of Austrian history. Did you know, for instance, that if Queen Elizabeth of England lives for five more years she still won’t have reigned as long as Emperor Franz Joseph, the guy running Austria at the outbreak of World War I? Or that his successor, Charles I, who ruled from 1916 until the empire was abolished in 1919, was beatified by Pope John Paul II. Not quite a saint yet, but well on the way. I’m not certain, but I would bet he’s the only near-saint who ever ordered the use of poison gas, as he did during the war. Mother Teresa he wasn’t, nor was he exactly the man of peace you might expect for a modern saint, but who am I to question the pope?

Vienna is parks

Vienna is parks

Vienna is great old palaces

Vienna is great old palaces

Vienna is great art. This was from a "Monet to Picasso" exhibit, not unlike the one we saw in Genoa. Having just been in Giverny, though, I enjoyed the lily pond that much more

Vienna is great art. This was from a “Monet to Picasso” exhibit, not unlike the one we saw in Genoa. Having just been in Giverny, though, I enjoyed the lily pond that much more

There's a museum dedicated to Ephesus, the ancient Roman city in modern-day Turkey that we visited last year. This athlete is the crowning glory, though it sort of begs the question of why it's in Vienna instead of Ephesus.

There’s a museum dedicated to Ephesus, the ancient Roman city in modern-day Turkey that we visited last year. This athlete is the crowning glory, though it sort of begs the question of why it’s in Vienna instead of Ephesus.

There was an exhibit of early 20th century Russian avant garde artists. This "Feast of Kings" by Patel Filinov, done in the run up to World War I, has a pretty grim sense of where the world was going.

There was an exhibit of early 20th century Russian avant garde artists. This “Feast of Kings” by Patel Filinov, done in the run up to World War I, has a pretty grim sense of where the world was going.

Mark outside the MUMOK, Vienna's modern art museum. Pretty impressive architecture, huh?

Mark outside the MUMOK, Vienna’s modern art museum. Pretty impressive architecture, huh?

The Treasury had lots of crowns and gems and all that stuff

The Treasury had lots of crowns and gems and all that stuff

We passed pretty quickly through a museum of weapons and armor, including this strange guy

We passed pretty quickly through a museum of weapons and armor, including this strange guy

And finally, some old Roman guy in a series of portraits

And finally, some old Roman guy in a series of portraits

Jim, Natalie, Darya, and Mark after a long lunch catching up on 25 years of  life after graduate school

Jim, Natalie, Daria, and Mark after a long lunch catching up on 25 years of life after graduate school

We loved Kiev. We have a couple weeks free between our time in Paris and the start of a week-long bike trip in northern Italy and we played around with a few different ideas of how to spend the time. The winner was to hop around a little: five days in Kiev, five days in Vienna, and then two days in Venice where we’re meeting the bike group. We don’t usually move around quite that much, just dropping into a couple capital cities, but somehow this just seemed to work.

Mark outside St. Michael's Monastery, a 21st century replica of the 12th century original demolished by Stalin in 1937

Mark outside St. Michael’s Monastery, a 21st century replica of the 12th century original demolished by Stalin in 1937

Why Kiev? Well, Mark was here with his dad back in 2012 and had a great time. Geographically, Ukraine is the largest state wholly in Europe and I was really curious about how it was dealing with the war with Russia. And we have an old friend, an old graduate school classmate, whose been living here for 25 years and we figured she might have some interesting stories to tell. Boy, were we right about that one!

First, a little background. A thousand years ago Kievan Rus was a powerful federation of Slavic tribes reaching from the Baltic Sea in the north to the Black Sea in the south with its capital in Kiev (or Kyiv as it is often spelled). Closely allied with the Byzantine Empire, the Kievan Prince Volodymyr converted to Christianity bringing the rest of the Slavs with him. Under his son Yaroslav the Wise it became geographically the largest state in Europe until ultimately it fell to the Mongols in the mid-13th century.

After centuries of eclipse, Ukraine was swallowed by the Russian empire in the 18th century. Subsequently Kiev experienced a burst of growth in the late 19th century, thus explaining much of the gorgeous architecture in the old center of today’s city, and eventually becoming the third most important city in the Soviet empire. Ukraine experienced independence three times during the 20th century though the first two – at the end of World War I and during World War II – were both brief as the country was again swallowed by the Soviets.

Kiev's Soviet-era War Memorial

Kiev’s Soviet-era War Memorial

And next to it the Holodomor Memorial, a tribute to some four million Ukrainians who starved in the early 1930s, the result of Stalin's forced collectivization and export of Ukrainian grain

And next to it the Holodomor Memorial, a tribute to some four million Ukrainians who starved in the early 1930s, the result of Stalin’s forced collectivization and export of Ukrainian grain

I always love this Soviet art, the almost superhuman characters taking on the forces of evil

I always love this Soviet art, the almost superhuman characters taking on the forces of evil

The third time, though, was the charm. As Mikhail Gorbachev and George H.W. Bush worked furiously in the late 1980s to prop up the Soviet Union – a story told brilliantly by Serhii Plokhy in The Last Empire: The Final Days of the Soviet Union – Ukrainian leaders played a key role in the peaceful separation of the various now-former Soviet Republics. From the perspective of the Bush administration this was not the preferred outcome; Bush and his Secretary of State James Baker were, not unreasonably, fearful of the instability that could result from Soviet dissolution. In particular, a large portion of the Soviet nuclear arsenal was on Ukrainian territory. What would become of those nuclear weapons?

They came up with what seemed like a great solution: Ukraine would voluntarily cede control of its nuclear weapons, handing them lock, stock, and barrel over to the new Russian government. An amazing step, the first country ever to voluntarily give up its nuclear weapons. In return Ukraine received written guarantees from the U.S., Great Britain, and Russia to protect its territorial integrity.

Ironic, huh? Less than a quarter of a century later Russia – one of the guarantors of Ukraine’s borders – invaded. In 2014 Ukraine’s president began backing away from agreements to move closer to the European community and instead partner more closely with Putin’s Russia. Lots of Ukrainians thought that was a pretty terrible idea and would congregate at the Maidan – the square in the center of the city – to protest (thus the protests were known as the Euromaidan). The government cracked down, there was violence, protesters were killed, and ultimately the President was pushed out of office.

Days later Russian troops moved into Ukraine’s Crimean Peninsula and ultimately annexed it. Not long thereafter Putin invaded Ukraine’s eastern territory, the country’s most industrialized region, where they remain to this day. It goes without saying that the guarantees given by the U.S. and Great Britain haven’t proven particularly useful. Notwithstanding the hope of millions that we could move toward a nuclear-free world, one can imagine that efforts to convince other countries to give up their nuclear weapons based on guarantees of protection might be greeted with a level of skepticism in the future.

The giant Motherland Monument, standing some 335 feet tall overlooking the Dnieper River. Built in the late 1970s it still displays the old Soviet hammer and sickle. Amusingly, the sword was cut back because it reached higher than the cross of a nearby monastery.

The giant Motherland Monument, standing some 335 feet tall overlooking the Dnieper River. Built in the late 1970s it still displays the old Soviet hammer and sickle. Amusingly, the sword was cut back because it reached higher than the cross of a nearby monastery.

With that background, then, we were off to Kiev. Somewhat to my surprise, the war seems to have all but no impact on Kiev. It’s been brutal on the country’s economy, of course, but even so Kiev comes off as this beautiful, green, pleasant, European city. Lots of nice cafés, good restaurants, lots of street life. Great parks, beautiful architecture, stunning old churches. If you didn’t read newspapers – what the heck are newspapers? – OK, if you didn’t read the news you would never know from a visit to Kiev that it is a country that’s been invited by Russia. That’s all hundreds of miles to the east.

The food in Kiev was great and, as an extra bonus, super cheap

The food in Kiev was great and, as an extra bonus, super cheap

Sausage, sauerkraut, pickled stuff, smoked lard, and vodka, the perfect Ukrainian appetizer

Sausage, sauerkraut, pickled stuff, smoked lard, and vodka, the perfect Ukrainian appetizer

So we walked around a lot, too much even. You see, Kiev has the world’s deepest subway system but we walked so much that we never got to experience it. We toured a few old churches and a great monastery. Sat in beautiful parks reading. Ate great food; you can tell that produce in Kiev is much closer to the source than in many parts of the word. Dodged a few heavy rainstorms.

The highlight of our stop in Kiev, though, was a day spent with Natalie a former classmate from our public policy school days. An ethnic Ukrainian who was born and raised in Chicago, she moved to Kiev a few years after we graduated and eventually started a private equity firm. And then she became Ukraine’s Minister of Finance. As Bloomberg news put it, “The American Woman Who Stands Between Putin and Ukraine,” as important as Ukraine’s generals.

Now you understand why we thought she might have interesting stories to tell. When a new Prime Minister was installed a couple weeks ago she declined an offer to retain her post and so has recently returned to private life which is presumably why we had much of a day to spend catching up instead of, well, whatever time she would have spared from trying to stop widespread corruption, usher in tax reform, balance the budget, finance the war, refinance the country’s debt, and all those other little things for which a Finance Minister is responsible. Oh, and for a while it seemed as though she would be asked to form the new government and thus become Prime Minister herself. Ultimately that didn’t work out though.

Natalie & Mark along with early 20th century author Mikhail Bulgakov, a subject of Mark's undergraduate thesis, just outside his home in Kiev

Natalie & Mark along with early 20th century author Mikhail Bulgakov, a subject of Mark’s undergraduate thesis, just outside his home in Kiev

You can imagine how Mark & I, with our interests in politics, fiscal policy, and Russian history, kept pushing for more information, more insights, more background. I mean, how often do you get a chance to interrogate a Finance Minister on how things really work, what really happened? For policy geeks it was amazing, and all that while reconnecting with an old friend. Inspiring, and truly one of the highlights of our three years on the road.

As we left Kiev I had one regret: that we didn’t have more time to explore Ukraine. I’d have loved to go to Lviv, the cultural heart of Ukraine and supposedly one of the most beautiful and vibrant cities in Europe. There’s great hiking in Ukraine’s Carpathian mountains. I’ve long wanted to see Crimea, but of course that’s not going to happen for a while. And then there are all those restaurants we didn’t get to. I think that means this was not our last visit to Kiev.

The churches of Kiev were a true highlight. This is Kyevo-Pecherska Lavra, a feast for the eyes and among the devout considered the holiest spot in all of Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus.

The churches of Kiev were a true highlight. This is Kyevo-Pecherska Lavra, a feast for the eyes and among the devout considered the holiest spot in all of Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus.

Then there was St. Sophia's Cathedral, a UNESCO World Heritage site. Founded in the early 11th century and named for Hagia Sophia in Constantinople, it recently celebrated its 1,000th anniversary.

Then there was St. Sophia’s Cathedral, a UNESCO World Heritage site. Founded in the early 11th century and named for Hagia Sophia in Constantinople, it recently celebrated its 1,000th anniversary.

You're not allowed to take pictures inside St. Sophia, so this is a copy from Wikipedia of the beautiful Byzantine mosaic in the central apse.

You’re not allowed to take pictures inside St. Sophia, so this is a copy from Wikipedia of the beautiful Byzantine mosaic in the central apse.

Another shot of St. Michael's, just a few blocks from St. Sophia

Another shot of St. Michael’s, just a few blocks from St. Sophia

The main altar inside St. Michael's

The main altar inside St. Michael’s

I told you there were a lot of churches in Kiev. This is St. Andrew's, built in the mid-18th century by the same Italian architect who designed St. Petersburg's Winter Palace. It's closed for renovation now, so we'll have to come back in a couple years to see it.

I told you there were a lot of churches in Kiev. This is St. Andrew’s, built in the mid-18th century by the same Italian architect who designed St. Petersburg’s Winter Palace. It’s closed for renovation now, so we’ll have to come back in a couple years to see it.

Mark in front of a mosaic titled  "Looking Into Eternity " by Ukrainian artist Oksana Mas, displayed in a museum on the grounds of St. Sophia. It's made from 15,000 individually painted Easter eggs.

Mark in front of a mosaic titled “Looking Into Eternity ” by Ukrainian artist Oksana Mas, displayed in a museum on the grounds of St. Sophia. It’s made from 15,000 individually painted Easter eggs.

Slightly lower on the art scale was this mural in a restaurant where we ate. A buxom blond, flimsy skirt hiked up, riding a pig. Could it get any better?

Slightly lower on the art scale was this mural in a restaurant where we ate. A buxom blond, flimsy skirt hiked up, riding a pig. Could it get any better?

Ah, but it does get better, with this horseradish-flavored vodka. Seriously.

Ah, but it does get better, with this horseradish-flavored vodka. Seriously.

Finally, one of the joys of Kiev is the mobile espresso bars. Many of them are just in the trunks of cars or small trucks, but there are also these mobile pink snails that serve coffee to go.

Finally, one of the joys of Kiev is the mobile espresso bars. Many of them are just in the trunks of cars or small trucks, but there are also these mobile pink snails that serve coffee to go.

Our old neighbors Bart & Ann in Claude Monet's old garden in Giverny

Our old neighbors Bart & Ann in Claude Monet’s old garden in Giverny

The original plan was to spend one week in Paris. But, when we got tired of South America – and in particular the fall weather there – we decided to go to Paris a week early and spend two weeks there, spending the second week in an Airbnb apartment with our old Cambridge neighbors Bart and Ann. We’ve had great fun with them in a couple of far-flung locations since leaving the States in 2013, sharing a house in Bali, Thanksgiving in Costa Rica, and even dinner at their house on a trip back through Boston.

We love Paris; it may be the only city that deserves its own “tag” on this blog instead of just the country tag. And no question about it, two weeks in Paris is quite the luxury. For one thing, as I told Mark before we left Buenos Aires, with two weeks we could be certain of getting at least a few days of good weather. Well, that one didn’t work out so well. We did have brief patches when it wasn’t cold and wet, but it rained nearly every day we were there, for fourteen days. Occasionally the sun would break out, but overwhelmingly it was cold and wet. At any rate, now I know that I love Paris even when the weather is crappy.

The Luxembourg Gardens are always beautiful, no matter the weather

The Luxembourg Gardens are always beautiful, no matter the weather

Spending a week with Bart & Ann was great fun, too. Played lots of Hearts, with Mark the big winner. The big event they got us up for was a train ride out to Giverny, the town in Normandy where Monet lived and worked for over 40 years. There’s a nice 40-minute train from Paris to the neighboring town of Vernon and from there it’s a beautiful three-mile walk into Giverny. The walk alone would have been worth the trip; the smell of spring as we walked along a country trail was intoxicating. As great as that was, though, Monet’s old gardens in Giverny were in a whole different class. It was like strolling through the biggest abstract painting you’ve ever seen.

Water lilies in Giverny

Water lilies in Giverny

One of the things we learned is that Paris is a great city to socialize in. We’d been in touch with Bill, a friend from previous travels, and he and Angela were going to be in France the same time we were. So they made a two-day detour through Paris so we could enjoy dinner and catching up. This is the second time we’ve met up with Bill on this epic adventure – we spent a week in South Korea with him, too – and it’s the second time we’ve gone without getting a picture of him. Strange.

Meanwhile, Mark noticed on Facebook that friends of ours from London – we worked with them both in setting up the Liberal Democrats’ VAN site – were in Paris for the weekend, too. Unfortunately both we and they had dinner plans all scheduled, but we still snuck in drinks before dinner to catch up on all the goings on in London.

Austin & Katie joined us for a drink during their too-short hop over to Paris

Austin & Katie joined us for a drink during their too-short hop over to Paris

The good news about the week in the rain with Bart & Ann was that we had a huge loft-type apartment and, if you didn’t feel like going out in the rain you could always relax around the house. There was lots about the apartment to love: cool design, enormous space, nice kitchen for making breakfast, massive windows for letting in light even on rainy days. It was a little quirky – no closets or even a single hook to hang anything on, no dressers or shelves for clothes, a big master bathroom with no toilet (seriously; very odd) – but all in all it was a great space. The bad news about the apartment is that at the very end they accused us of breaking one of their beds and are going to take several hundred dollars from our damage deposit.

Part of the enormous space in our Paris loft

Part of the enormous space in our Paris loft

More of the apartment, with bedrooms and bathrooms through the door in back.

More of the apartment, with bedrooms and bathrooms through the door in back.

On our last full day in Paris – Mark’s birthday, no less – we were walking down one of the boulevards when his phone rang. It was the property owner (or more likely property manager) saying the cleaning lady had told him we’d broken the bed. What? That made no sense at all. Mark & I joked about it as we walked home, thinking there must have been a mistake.

Sure enough, though, when we got home and took a look the bed frame was broken, a big break in the wood frame on the box spring. Now, at 60 years old I really don’t jump on the bed any more. It made no sense. We called the landlord and asked him to come over. He did, said the cleaning lady had discovered it that morning, and that he was going to file the cost with Airbnb and have them take the replacement cost out of our damage deposit. As Bart – a real estate developer by trade – pointed out, it would be easy to fix; just screw another piece of wood along the existing one and it would be good as new.

The manager wasn’t budging: the bed was broken while we were staying there and we were going to pay for it.

My theory is that they set us up. The break was big enough – the wood was thick enough – that something pretty traumatic had to have happened; it wasn’t just some gentle crack or anything. And as big as the break was, we’d have heard something if somehow we’d sat on it and the frame had given way. That frame was broken before we got there and presumably propped up. Until our last day when suddenly the housekeeper “discovered” it. It’s possible, of course, that the previous tenants broke it and then cobbled things together so it wouldn’t have been discovered until after they left. That’s not likely, though, given how thoroughly broken the frame was; it’s not likely it would have held for six nights and then finally gave up the ghost on our penultimate night.

Bart relaxing in our big loft. We liked the place … until the end.

Bart relaxing in our big loft. We liked the place … until the end.

Like I said, my theory – given that we know we didn’t break it – is that the nice landlord set us up. And, given that Airbnb undoubtedly has a policy that if furniture is discovered broken during your stay you presumably broke it, they’e going to take the damage deposit. Really puts a sour note on our stay, and kind of messed up Mark’s birthday.

People are sometimes surprised that we don’t use Airbnb more during this three-year-and-counting adventure of world travel. After this experience we’re not really eager to use it more often.

OK, that’s it for our two weeks in Paris and a great visit with Bart and Ann. After they get their son Wil shipped off to college somewhere they’ll have the freedom to visit us more often. In the meanwhile, we’re off to Kiev for a few days – cheap flight, old friend to visit – then on to Vienna and Venice. Here are some more great pictures of a beautiful, if remarkably wet, city.

A selfie to celebrate our first day walking around the city together

A selfie to celebrate our first day walking around the city together

In case you weren't sure we were really in Paris, this should dispel your doubts. There's a big ferris wheel set up in Place de la Concorde, from which we had this view.

In case you weren’t sure we were really in Paris, this should dispel your doubts. There’s a big ferris wheel set up in Place de la Concorde, from which we had this view.

From the top of the ferris wheel, this view of the Tuilerie Gardens and the Louvre. If you know where to look you can see Notre Dame and even the Pantheon.

From the top of the ferris wheel, this view of the Tuilerie Gardens and the Louvre. If you know where to look you can see Notre Dame and even the Pantheon.

The walk from Vernon out to Giverny was a highlight

The walk from Vernon out to Giverny was a highlight

And once we got there the gardens were glorious

And once we got there the gardens were glorious

Mark & Jim selfie in Giverny. It rained that day, but we were incredibly lucky that while we were touring the gardens the weather was great.

Mark & Jim selfie in Giverny. It rained that day, but we were incredibly lucky that while we were touring the gardens the weather was great.

One more colorful shot. You had the sense that surrounded by that much beauty anyone would be a great artist.

One more colorful shot. You had the sense that surrounded by that much beauty anyone would be a great artist.

Then of course there was all the eating and drinking. Here we are at a café on the Seine, during a rare break in the weather.

Then of course there was all the eating and drinking. Here we are at a café on the Seine, during a rare break in the weather.

Who wouldn't want a Korean lunch while you're in Paris?

Who wouldn’t want a Korean lunch while you’re in Paris?

Wrapping up lunch

Wrapping up lunch

Finally, our last night was Mark's birthday dinner. We don't make a big deal out of these things, but Bart & Ann had found little 5 and 1 sparklers to celebrate his 51st birthday. Thanks guys!

Finally, our last night was Mark’s birthday dinner. We don’t make a big deal out of these things, but Bart & Ann had found little 5 and 1 sparklers to celebrate his 51st birthday. Thanks guys!