Every where you turn there are beautiful buildings and ornate ironwork.

Today was art, The Belvedere where we saw Klimt The Kiss, and the Kunst which was a feast of busts snd marble.

We did better with lunch eating sausage and apfelstrudel, but whilst the venue for breakfast was fabulous the ham on the bone Sandwich with mustard came as a plate of pig fat, gherkin, mustard and bread. Not suited to my delicate stomach.

...and Bruce, 3 hours of hits, no stopping, not a sip of water, nothing. You've got to admire that for a 73 year old man.

Afterwards, at the Weiner stand outside the hotel, we were joined by fellow concert goers from Croatia and Instanbul. They were rich, film types, and utterly delightful, what a riot we had. They agreed with me. The production of Bruce was not well executed. They revelled in Vienna getting music wrong! In a neighbouring country kind of way.