Vienna often seems like a city out of the storybooks with its old world charisma, its readily romantic culture, and its leisurely lifestyle. It possesses a distinct aura – or maybe that is just the secondhand smoke – that is immediately evident. Half-hearted jokes aside, a great deal of its charm centers on the finely sculpted details and pastel hues throughout the city.
It paints itself across the ceilings, carves itself into buildings and walls, gilds itself onto trim and crown molding, etches itself into plaster, reflects itself in well-placed mirrors, and above all, portrays itself only in the finest of materials.
The same attention to the slightest of details is even more apparent in the city’s landscaping. The parks and gardens are exquisitely manicured. The grass is neither too short nor too long, neither too brown nor too green; and the flowers are freshly planted each spring in intricate patterns that bloom throughout the summer.
Even those that seemed less manicured were located within their surroundings to play off of the colors and design of buildings, benches, and lamps. The whole of the city appeared as a perfectly executed blueprint of ideal landscaping, which added to its charm rather than detracted from it as things too-perfect are prone to do.
-M. Ray Hall