10/06/07
I had a very contradictory breakfast,
in a sense that they charged extortionate price (3 euros) for the most simple content.
You know that the notion of price is all relative.
As we promised, I visited Schonbrunn Palace with Billy.
During the half an hour walk to the Palace, I talked with Billy about the novels we have read in the past.
It is interesting to see how great an influence novels can have upon a person.
Billy studies law in London, which didn't really explain why he reads Shakespere and all that lot...
We bought the standard ticket into the palace.
Standard, as they call it, but it cost nearly 30 euros.
After sometime into the place, I realised that I forgot to borrow an audio guide.
Instead of going back to the starting point, I found a Japanese tour guide, givine an excellent tour of the palace in my mother tongue.
He must have been a historian, as his knowledge was profound.
Outside, there was a very well looked-after private garden.
I liked the lemon trees.
I must admit that I didn't expect lemons to be on trees...
Well Japan is not a lemon exporting country, hence my lack of knowledge is justified.
I expect them to come sliced, stucked on a lemonade glass.
Wouldn't you?
The garden was big.
We hiked up the hill and got on top of the gate called Gloriette and viewed the city of Vienna.
After seeing much of the palace, we walked down to the Museum Quarter.
Although he studies law, Billy is interested in film making.
He told me that one of his films was shown on the screen at a Prague's film festival.
I told him, seeking some advise, that I'm interested in writing a novel,
a novel similar to 'a good mixture of Catcher in the Rye and the Magic Mountain, and with a bit of Grapes of Wrath,
and finishing it off in a Great Gatsby's subtle style but leaving Catch-22's humour'.
He said 'yeah, it's a good idea to smash different novels together and see what comes out of it'.
Writers have a very interesting ways of expressing things.
After a good 45 minutes walk, we arriving at the Museum Quarter.
I visited the Kunsthistorisches Museum, so see some paintings.
Arcimboldo's painting of the four seasons were facinating.
When I got out of the museum, I figured from the wet ground that it rained while I was in there.
I had my dinner in Burggarten (well, you can guess what kind of dinner it was...), and read the next chapter in the Magic Mountain.
I met up with Billy again to listen to Mozart's concert from half past seven, which took place in one of the largest rooms in Schonbrunn Palace.
It definately had a cool atmosphere and we've enjoyed it very much.
I'm going to read one of Kafka's book when I got back in the UK.