Vienna

Novermber 13–15, 2007

For some reason they’ve started outlining pedestrian crossing stripes in red. Seems like they’ve got too much time on their hands all of a sudden.

On the post there’s a poster stating that sticking up posters is forbidden.

Turns out that Hundertwasser is dead. I had thought that he was still alive and kicking. The requisite level of rumpledness is maintained in all of his buildlings. This one is more of a museum:

And here’s the one that’s more of a residential building. Technically, only residents can come up onto this roof, but we just happened to find the door unlocked.

The numbers before the street name are not street numbers, they’re city district numbers. To the left you can see a fragment of a signboard with something written on it. These sorts of things are thick on the ground here.

Viennese houses are done up to look like book covers — with signs, inserts, pictures, ex libris and headings. So much so that sometimes there’s text running all across the facade.

They also have fantastic antique stores in Vienna. I bought a traffic light in one of them.

They’ve applied a pictogram of a plane onto the road to the airport, just like in Riga. Except that here they’ve also got different lanes for departures nad arrivals.