We got up on Friday, our last full day (wah!), and met up with L and B2 again at breakfast. Since she had earned Top Performance Cluster (high achievements in sales, recruiting, etc.), they got a free day-trip to Salzburg yesterday. They said it was really nice but the bus ride there and back was very long. I was glad we could just hang around here. The four of us rode the U-bahn to the Karlsplatz stop and went to Karlskirche (Karls church), a church to honor Karl Barromeo, the patron saint of the fight against the plague.
We paid to go in and tour it, and at first I was a little disappointed because there was a lot of scaffolding inside due to the artwork on the walls of the dome being restored.
But then we discovered that we were allowed to go up on the scaffolding to get really close views of the art. An elevator took us about halfway up, to a large platform. That was high enough for L. B2, Judy, and I continued up the steps. Judy was ready to quit part-way up, but I encouraged her that she had made it this far, she had to get to the top.
We made it to the top of the dome and I got some grate pictures. Due to the protective fencing on the windows, to keep people from jumping out I guess, all you can see in the pictures I took are the grates. Oh well. It was a nice view in person.
When we got back down to the platform L had already gone back down to the ground. A group of school children had come up and were making the whole thing shake. That was too much for her.
After that we separated from L and B2 because I wanted to go to an art museum next, which they werent excited about, plus they had a friend coming in from London whom they needed to meet at the hotel. So Judy and I took the U-bahn to the Museumquartier area, one stop away. We were carrying Judys leftover chicken salad and a bag of ice in the bag/backpack that we had gotten from PChef and had to stop to empty the melted ice water. We went into the Leopold museum and I had to check the bag as we went in. The whole time I was in there I worried that the bag would leak and the workers would wonder why this bag was dripping. The museum had a bunch of works of Gustav Klimt and Egon Schiele, two of Viennas most famous artists, from around the turn of the century. We bought some coasters with Klimts paintings on them the day before. Both of the artists died in 1918 Klimt of pneumonia following a stroke at age 55, and Schiele of the Spanish flu, which ravaged Europe at that time, at age 28. I have become a fan of theirs as a result of this trip.
Judys stomach started not feeling well, so she sat quite a bit on the benches in the center of each room in the museum while I walked around looking at the paintings. I went through rather quickly so that we could go back to the hotel so she could lie down. Fortunately when we picked up the bag with chicken salad and ice it hadnt leaked! So we went back and I ate the leftover chicken salad while Judy rested. After a while I went over to the café Oberlaa to have another apfelstrudel and mélange coffee. While in there I looked up in our Vienna book how to say check please. So, I got to use it: bitte, die rechnung. For some reason, the apfelstrudel seemed better the day before.
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