How often have you thought “Gee I wish I could view some Gaudi” but then realised you were in Vienna instead of Barcelona. Well fear not because Viennese Gaudi is alive and well in the form of Hundertwasser, an amazing complex of apartments, arcades and shops that the council were brave enough to experiment with.
After exploring the above folly it was time to move on to the more classical Viennese architecture on offer.
Four years on and I’m still drawn to the amazing architecture that sets Europe apart from the rest of the world.
We were fortunate enough to go on a free tour through the Vienna Rathaus (town hall) a breathtaking example of baroque & gothic architecture.
For something different the Illusion museum gave me the chance to serve Deb’s head up on a plate…..
….for me to take a picture of my bald spot.
Leaving Vienna we were blessed to have bright sunshine for our drive west along the Danube and through the Wachau valley. Unfortunately it was a long weekend and all the best parks were full so after Melk we turned away from the river and up towards the Alps.
As we started into the foothills we stayed at some gorgeous mountain lakes dotted with quaint villages and scenic chairlifts or cog railways.
Arriving back in the Alps reminded me why this was one of my favourite journeys, we even managed to find an alpine road that we had not previously travelled.
We had bypassed Innsbruck 3 times on previous trips but this time we were glad to go
Since leaving Vienna we had had glorious weather to witness the amazing show that is Autumn magically transform the countryside before our eyes.
The glorious scenes that we city dwellers from the warmer climes don’t normally get to see.
We quickly clipped the corners of Switzerland and Germany which returned us to the Alsace area in France, another favourite, sprinkled with postcard villages and wine routes.
With vineyards and idyllic towns as far as the eye could see we set off for the Champagne region hoping for more of the same.
Alas it was not to be and whilst again bucolic the weather had now definitely changed……
As I write this I am sitting in a caravan park a few hundred meters from the French seaside about 17km south of Calais. It is our last day in Europe and this time tomorrow we will be back in the UK where we will move out of Normie and get him cleaned up and serviced ready for some prospective buyers to inspect over the next few weeks.
But for now Deb and I will have lunch before rugging up and venturing out onto the white cliffs and stroll along looking out towards Dover much like we did 4 years ago when we first started this adventure. And no doubt we will, as we have each day since, thank the circumstances that allowed us to enjoy this incredible journey.
While this will be the last post under the “Europe by Motorhome” banner, if there is any interest, I may do a round up post in a few weeks to summarise our thoughts on the highlights for those readers who do not have available the same time frame to travel and wish to know our ‘greatest hits’. Otherwise we now look forward to 4 months in Asia and I’m sure I’ll be able to find a temple or two to photograph:) , thanks for reading.