Compared to the marketing hoopla preceding New Years Eve, Faschings is almost a letdown. I read something recently reporting that only 40% of Austrians celebrate Faschings, with most celebrants residing in the country rather than the city, so perhaps that’s the explanation. That, or the Viennese are simply partied out. The holiday rush hardly slowed enough to allow these poor people time to set down their fireworks and don their ball gowns that maybe this one last party before Lent is just too much.
Grocery stores generally lacked the holiday buzz. I did discover flaky pastries much like the Polish cruschciki I love in the bakery area.
Hmm. Seems I love Faschingsgebäck, too.
Plenty of costumes for children, but no children pestering mom and dad to buy one of them.
For those not wishing to eat or drink tonight, there were a couple of adult Darth Vader masks still on the shelf.
The travel bookstore tempted travelers with celebrating Carnivale somewhere other than Vienna.
The poor lion at the apothecary might have to party solo tonight.
I did find one place where at least some people seemed to be celebrating, though. Follow me through the halls of the Kunsthistoriches (Art History) Museum. Aren’t the ceilings beautiful?
Here, in Peter Bruegel’s Battle Between Lent and Carnival the 16th century Netherlanders are whooping it up, riding beer barrels with giant meat pies on their heads.
Always willing to sample another culture’s seasonal goodies (no, not meat pies), I tried and tried but could not find an empty table at the museum cafe. Instead, I took advantage of having missed a tram to order a melange and a traditional apricot jam filled krapfen at, yes, the McCafe. Respectable coffee, but I will take a raspberry jam filled paczki any day over that dreadful doughnut.