The Question? Where could I find a size 4 crochet needle and hearing aid batteries; collect a few groceries and unexpectedly score a dress to wear for Jack’s graduation in one fell swoop?
In the U.S. the Main Street is a fading art, being replaced by walkable “town centers” that one must drive to in order to appreciate, and usually occupied by chain restaurants and chic-chic coffeeshops. In London I believe they’re called “High Streets,” which aren’t faring too well either, as more and more Britons apparently like to shop online.
Here the main street is the “Hauptstraße,” and there is one for almost every district in Vienna. I fancy my Döblinger Hauptstraße; it is a rare occasion when I can not find what I seek somewhere along the street. Plus, walking along and running errands recalls fond memories as a little girl, of joining my mom and grandmother on Saturday mornings as they walked the length of Joseph Campau, the “Main Street” in a Polish enclave in Michigan where my parents were raised and where my grandparents remained. From the butcher to the fabric shop to the produce man we’d go, running other essential errands and gathering whatever my grandmother deemed necessary.
This is my Joseph Campau, Döblinger Haupstraße. Care to join me while I run errands?
At the first stop off the 37 Tram, to collect arthritis medicine for Clayton Theodore. The staff is very friendly, and inquired after Clayton Theodore’s condition as if he were their own pet.
Past the shoe and key guy (there are lots of key guys in Vienna), the Doner and pizza places, and the new Candy Master store, offering 300 varieties of sweets!


The aromas from a bakery established in 1768 were tempting, but I was distracted by the display in the variety store just across the street.

Look closely to the left of the door. BB guns!  Just trying finding that in the U.S.!

There are organic bakeries along the street, though I assumed all bakeries in Vienna were organic. Perhaps this is a specialty bakery for the diehard vegans.
My favorite of the (at least) three flower shops along the street.
Exclusive living along Döblinger Hauptstraße comes at exclusive prices. €725.000 for a luxury apartment in this grand building. Garage parking costs extra.
A traditional apothecary, where the wood floors creak, a glittering chandelier hangs from the decorated ceiling, and where the pharmacists can actually assist you. Plus, there’s always some new lotion, potion, or notion to sample.
And a contemporary drogerie, offering non-prescription items to help you achieve Lebensbalance (Life Balance).

In the window I spied a popup book on “The World of Lauduree,” the famous Parisian confisserie. I can speak personally to the life balancing properties of Lauderee’s lavender macaroons…

…paired with tea, perhaps?
Fur. Pelts are everywhere here, trotted out in late October by the Viennese ladies, and lovingly cared for by this salon (and many others) in the warmer months.
Herr Wollner the upholsterer offers fresh ideas for your furniture. I think I would enjoy owning and decorating a home in Vienna.
I counted two Tabaks along the street for one’s quick cigarette and gossip magazine fix.

A few Gasthaus are sprinkled along the street along with some new cuisine offerings.

American-style burgers are becoming more and more popular here. Those from our grill notwithstanding, we’ve had yet to have an otherworldly American burger in Vienna. Maybe this could be the change.

One of my favorite stores. Döblinger Damen cast off some rather stylish accessories.

There are usually one or two small chain groceries on each main street, but the farmer’s market stores are perfect places to pick up a basic seasonal grocery and take a peek at new and different offerings. I like popping in even when I have nothing to purchase; each store has its own character.


For those with special dietary needs, Döblinger Hauptstraße keeps pace with the times.

In the event you’re still wondering, I did achieve what I set out to accomplish. The helpful folks at the Neuroth store (they’re all around the city) knew what I needed, and offered information and advice on new products, too. Cheers for personal service.
Beneath the scaffolding is the Nähzubehor (sewing supplies store). Of course the proprietor would have a size 4 crochet needle for me!
At the north end of the street, and back to where my errands began is our Bezirksmuseum (district history museum). Almost every district in Vienna has its own museum, and although the tiles are all in German and each museum keeps quirky hours, they’re pleasant snapshots of my adopted city.

Thus ends my errands. Thanks for joining me!