Mon 18.Jul.2011
Bratislava, Slovakia

Last Tuesday (12.July), off to Vienna for the day to scout the prospects for seeing Harry Potter there on the 13th.
As it turned out, I saw it here in Bratislava instead on the 14th.
Still, I got a visit to Vienna out of the deal.
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First part is getting to the bus station, which would be an easy walk if I weren't babying this !"§$%&/ swollen foot. So it is a less-easy walk through a residential neighborhood of mostly homely old communist-era apartment buildings (like mine).


Trees line the streets, and there is the occasional mini-park between buildings.

I know nothing at all about Mama's Hotel. Haven't seen it mentioned in any guidbook, or info from the tourist office. But there it is!



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One of the theaters I checked out is across the street from the Burg Park.

Mozart stands just inside the park entrance.


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St Stephen's Cathedral, as seen from the Burg Park.


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Leaving the park, I took a tram around the Ring to visit the British Bookstore, that perennial gold mine of books in English. Sadly, they are losing their premises at the end of this month. They haven't yet found a new place. Be a shame if they don't.

Nominally, I was looking for some Umberto Eco, which they didn't have. Instead I came away with a new (to me) Vargas Llosa, and two Carl Hiaasens that I had not read before. (I'd never try to pass off Hiaasen as Great Lit, but he is a hoot and I enjoy him.)

Then back around the Ring for a coffee, at a cafe with a friendly proprietor. I hope to visit him again. Made a nice break before the bus ride home.



On the Bus
back to Bratislava
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Sunflowers! Mile after mile of them. Sunflowers and wheatfields line the highway, from Vienna airport, where the bus makes a stop, most of the way to Bratislava, except for a line of low hills near the Austro-Slovakian border, where the bus stops at each of two small, pretty Austrian towns.

Bratislava Castle!
We are almost home.


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