Krakow to Vienna

On Monday night we had our last evening meal in the hotel with a concert as described by Wendy. My photo sets the scene.
We had our last big breakfast together on Tuesday morning and then made a final attempt to locate the grave of one of Wendy's ancestors (d.1874) in the cemetery a short walk away. Although we had a grave number identified in modern times (one of the few numbered) and the help of two carers, it could not be found.
After a stopover in the playground for Xanthe it was off to the airport where our paths went different ways. We embarked our little de Havilland efficiently and it took off 5 minutes early and made up more time in flight, so we arrived in Vienna 20 minutes before our transfer was due.
The lane leading to our apartment was dug up, and the poor driver had to consult a taxi driver on arrival about the best place to disgorge us.
The apartment is of luxurious size- our bedroom must be about 24 sq.m., and the lounge-dining room is bigger. It is equipped with all modern machinery and "entertainment centre"( loaded with radio music, videos, and the TV works ) is beyond our competence even after 2 lessons. After a significant struggle we persuaded a large machine in the kitchen to provide us with a coffee.
Today we trekked to Naschmarkt for the week's provisions. While it has numerous stalls the choice of most particular food items, except olives and dips is too limited to constitute a competitive sellers' market. We shopped satisfactorily but in my assessment if Queen Vic in Melbourne is world class then Naschmarkt plays in the VFL.
On the other hand the city public transport system is excellent with max 5 minute wait on the metro. Although I haven't looked at the ticket system for locals, it welcomes visitors with fast multi-language ticket machines and offers seniors discounts.
We looked into St Stephens church but our spirits were not lifted by the 2 euro information machines every 2 or 3 metres, or the notice board crammed with prices to go into various areas, and dominant concert advertisements. It needs a man with a whip to review the commerce. Said to be "soul of the city" and "the most spiritual church interior in the world", a sympathetic description of its glory and escape from an order for total destruction in 1945 which did result in loss of almost all the windows, and restoration efforts since, can be found in Wikipedia but since we were not willing to pay up we saw only the large lugubrious statue of some prelate described in Latin as a "persecutor of heretics" (we guess Lutherans, Jews, and Turks) who died in 1541, which for us will characterise the place.