Destination Udaipur (Rajasthan), India

Udaipur was founded in 1559 by Maharana Udai Singh II following the final sacking of Chittorgarh by the Mughal emperor, Akbar. According to legend, Udai Singh II found the site of his new capital some years before the last assault on Chittor, after coming across a holy man meditating on a hill near Lake Pichola. The old sage advised the Maharana to establish his capital on that very site – and that is how Udaipur came into existence. Surrounded by forests, lakes and the protective Aravalli Range, the new capital of Mewar was in a far less vulnerable location than Chittor.

Maharana Udai Singh II died in 1572 and was succeeded by his son, the famous Rana Pratap, who bravely defended Udaipur from subsequent Mughal attacks, and gallantly fought at the battle of Haldighati in 1576. After struggling against the Mughals, Udaipur was later attacked by the Marathas. But, unlike many other rulers in Rajasthan, the rulers of Mewar refused to be controlled by foreign invaders.

An end to bloody battles and instability came with British intervention in the early 19th century, when a treaty was signed by which the British pledged to protect Udaipur from invaders. This umbrella of protection ended when India gained independence from the British. Along with all the other princely states, Udaipur surrendered its sovereignty and became part of a united India.

The 76th Custodian of the House of Mewar, Shriji Arvind Singh Mewar, has brought about incredible changes to the City Palace complex in Udaipur. His far reaching vision has resulted in the conversion of the famous palaces into Grand Heritage palace hotels, Royal Retreats and Resorts.


After Chittorgarh, Kumbhalgarh is the most important fort in the Mewar region. It is an isolated and fascinating place 84 km from Udaipur, built in the 15th century by Maharana Kumbha. Because of its inaccessibility – at 1100 metres up atop the Aravalli Range – it was occupied only once in its history.. Even then, it took the combined armies of the Mughal emperor, Akbar, and of Amber and Marwar to breach its defences. It was here that the rulers of Mewar retreated in times of danger. The thick walls of the fort stretch some 36 km and enclose many temples, palaces and gardens. This mighty fort was renovated in the last century by Maharana Fateh Singhji. A leisurely walk around the huge compound, with its imposing ruins, is intriguing. The fort is open daily and entry is free.

There is also a large wildlife sanctuary here, known for its wolves. The scarcity of water holes between March and June makes this the best time to sec animals. Other wildlife includes chowsingha (the four-homed antelope), leopard, panther and sloth bear. This is one of the few sanctuaries that allow people to enter on horseback. The Aodhi Hotel, at Kumbhalgarh can organise horse safaris and jeep-safaris for adventurous guests.

A mere two kilometres from the spectacular Kumbhalgarh Fort, The Aodhi Hotel nestles like a small village on the side of the hill, blending into the landscape.

The rooms arc thematic, drawing their inspiration from Kumbhalgarh’s rich and varied wildlife; (hence the Parrot room and the Tiger). Everything, down to the smallest detail, contributes to the unique ambience. Each room has a private balcony where one can relax and enjoy the natural beauty, and catch glimpses of the wildlife at the Kumbhalgarh sanctuary.

The Aodhi boasts a superb, multi-cuisine restaurant, arrange around a central fireplace, and with an adjacent around bar. The Aodhi also has a swimming pool, and the poolside is a wonderful place for a barbecue dinner – or just to relax with a drink.

For those who enjoy nature trails, the pathway leading to the nearby lake is ideal for walking or cycling, while the hill besides the hotel offers fabulous views of the sunrise and sunset. Meanwhile the historically-minded can visit the Kumbhalgarh Fort and the 15th century Ranakpur temples.

The hotel organizes jeep safaris to the Kumbhalgarh wildlife sanctuary and fort, and also a special village safari: a trek that leads to the homes of the Garasia and the Bhil tribes, living in seclusion in the forest.

Total rooms: 26

Suites: 3 Deluxe suites

Rooms: 23 Deluxe rooms

Tariff: Rs. 1,399 – Rs. 5,500


The view will take your breath away. From the sweeping crescent of’ the Shiv Niwas Palace you overlook both the city of Udaipur and the beautiful Lake Pichola. The City Palace complex of Udaipur was built over the centuries by no fewer than twenty-three Maharanas. But the Shiv Niwas Place itself was built during the early twentieth century by Maharana Fateh Singh as his private residence. Later, during Maharana Bhopal Singhji’s reign, the apartments around the awe inspiring courtyard were used to entertain royal guests. It was the vision of the late Maharana Shri Bhagwat Singhji which led to tile conversion of the palace into a luxury hotel.

Throughout Shiv Niwas Palace, the accommodation is stunning, ranging from the Imperial, Royal, and Historic suites to the deluxe rooms that command the approach to the courtyard.

Most exquisite of all is the Imperial suite, where everything from the dining table to the bed is made of silver. All the suites feature original royal furniture and paintings. Some also have intricate glass inlay work on the columns and ceilings, dating back a century. The terrace suites enjoy panoramic views of Lake Pichola, the Jagmandir island palace and the Lake Palace Hotel or the city.

The Shiv Niwas Palace offers its guests a host of facilities and attractions. There is the Paantya Restaurant, serving continental food and a wide range of Indian dishes. There is Paneera Bar, whose original mirror inlay work on the walls and ceiling – not to mention the huge mirrors and rare portraits of the Maharanas – make it one of a kind. The Palace also has a billiard room and a squash court.

As the Palace is built on the eastern bank of l.ake Pichola, a sunset stroll by the lakeside is enchantingly refreshing after a hectic day.

Total Rooms: 34

Suites: 2 imperial, 3 royal, 4 historic and 8 terrace

Rooms: 7 deluxe rooms

Tariff: US$90 – US$600


The Fateh Prakash Palace is part of the magnificent City Palace Complex built in the early 20th century during the reign of Maharana Fateh Singhji. Situated on the shore of Lake Pichola, it is one of the most exclusive palace hotels of India. Each suite is decorated to provide sumptuous comfort, and contains original portraits and furniture that have been in the royal family for generations.

One of tile most spectacular features of the Fateh Prakash Palace is The Durbar Hall, whose foundation stone was laid in 1909 by Lord Minto, Viceroy of India. In fact, the Durbar Hall was originally called the Minto Hall in his honour. The walls are covered with portraits of the Maharanas of the House of Mewar. This majestic edifice has hosted weddings, court occasions, formal durbars, state banquets and royal parties through the decades. The size and splendour of the hall have to be seen to be believed, and its capacity makes it the ideal venue for any large reception or party.

Overlooking the Durbar Hall is the Crystal Gallery. Originally the viewing gallery from which ladies (it the court observed the official functions, the Crystal Gallery now houses a staggering collection of crystal.
Opened to the public for the first time in 1994, this unique collection was ordered by Maharana Sajjan Singhji in 1877 from the Birmingham-based company F&C Osler, whose Calcutta showroom provided Maharana Sajjan Singhji with the inspiration for the collection. Alas, the shipment of crystal did not arrive from England until after the early demise of the Maharana.

The variety of crystal objects includes fountains, vases, crockery, furniture and beds. Alongside these gorgeous objects there are beds and chairs of silver, brocade and velvet, adding further to the opulence of the collection.

Total rooms: 31

Suites: 7 Historic Suites

Rooms: 21 Dovecote Rooms & 3 Deluxe rooms

Tariff: US$ 90 to 600

Capacity of The Durbar Hall Buffet: up to 300


Amid the dry and barren lands between Jodhpur to Jaisalmer, just 40 kilometres from the city of Bikaner, lies an oasis of lush and almost unreal beauty; an oasis that is the site of an incomparable palace known as ‘the jewel in the Thar Desert’.

Built by Maharaja Ganga Singhji of Bikaner, the Gajner Palace is an extravagant architectural celebration in flamingo-pink sandstone. Formerly used as a royal hunting lodge, its location is unparalleled. Set in a 6,000 acre wildlife sanctuary, the palace stands on the banks of Lake Gajner, whose hypnotic waters dreamily reflect its gardens, walls and terraces.

In winter, the palace, woods and lake become a haven for different species of migratory birds – the most renowned being the Imperial Sand Grouse. Endangered antelopes like the Chinkaras, Black Bucks, Neelgais, and other animals such as the wild boar, freely roam the area.

The Gajner Palace organises tented feasts on nearby dunes by bonfire light, where folk dancer and local musicians entertain the guests. Puppet shows are another regular feature. But boating, and horse, camel and jeep safaris are perhaps the guests’ most favoured leisure activities.

The Gajner Palace has four wings, each with its own distinctive style. Dungar Niwas houses the royal suites, which overlook the lake, and are furnished with English country house gentility with exquisitely painted ceilings. Each suite has spacious bathing and dressing areas, elaborate fireplaces, crystal light fixtures and intricate mosaic floors of exceptional beauty.

Gulab Niwas offers a breath of freshness with its green lawns and private sitting areas; Mandir Chowk is named after the temple in the courtyard around which the rooms are built, while Champa Niwas is a new jewel in the crown. Each room is indeed a private palace.

The high ceilings, intricately carved fireplaces and gold-framed mirrors of the lakeside Imperial Terrace restaurant nostalgically recall a grand and gracious era of royal dining, Nearby, The Mrigtrishna Bar, with its magnificent chandeliers, frescoed ceiling, furniture and paintings, perfectly evokes the atmosphere of a truly majestic hunting lodge.

The palace, the woods, and the wildlife, the water: All in all, the Gajner Palace is one of the world’s most perfect palace retreats.

Total rooms: 42

Suites: 11 historic suites

Rooms: 31 deluxe rooms

Tariff: Rs. 1,399 – Rs. 5,500

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The Way It Really Is

The familiar whirl of the auto-advancer told me that my 35th frame captured the intricate hand-wrought iron handle I had been focusing on in black and white. It’s shape, the circle, was simple yet powerful. It was attached to a gothic door made of dark and weathered wood. The door was interspersed with iron rivets and had two sets of hand-wrought hinges extending around to the outside, each ending in a long and tightly swirling fleur d’ leis.

I was peaceful and centered in this cathedral courtyard, but my fingers were stinging and starting to feel numb. The weather report called for morning fog warnings on this gray and cold day. However, behind this gray veil, I saw an inspirational glow, the kind of light that called me to take photographs, the kind of photographs that Sam takes. His words echoed in my head, “Bad weather makes for good photographs.”

I moved around to the west wing of the cathedral studying the religious inscriptions, looking up toward the high bell towers and the flying buttresses. As I rounded the corner, I noticed an open door that led off into a walkway with a green courtyard beyond. In front of the door was a thick and heavy light fixture, the likes of which are seen in European Castles. I put my camera with its zoom lens over my right shoulder, and climbed up onto the wall that was on the other side of a small patio in front of this scene.

I inched ever closer for the best possible view. For safety, I gripped the top of the stone wall with my left hand. The tips of my shoes held me in place below. This meant that I had to take my 36th picture with my right hand only. I tried my best to steady myself while worrying about the potential headlines of “unconscious photographer revived by priest,” or “pigeon found crushed under photographer.” I was careful to keep the light fixture in the upper left of the picture, the doorway in the center, and then the green courtyard with its decorative fountain in the lower right of the picture. Sam’s advice reassured me, “remember the ‘S’ curve.” Another click and I had captured that one too.

I waited to hear the automatic mechanism rewind all of the pictures that I had taken over the past hour. As small flocks of gray birds swirled overhead, their color matching the stone of the cathedral, I heard only silence from my camera. I still had one more picture to take. Sometimes I get lucky and get to shoot this extra frame, number 37. Perhaps this last one might be the contest winner. It was another reason why I woke up so early.

I turned my black and worn National Geographic ball cap backwards on my head as I sat down on the damp and cold mulch next to a small dogwood tree. I could feel the moisture on the ground soak into my clothing. I looked up to see an extra-long aluminum ladder positioned near my feet and extending skyward. It seemed as if the faithful could climb on it and ascend into Heaven. Sam had said, “look for strong diagonals.” This angled ladder coupled with the hard edges of the cathedral’s blocks of stone extending both horizontally and vertically fit well into his advice.

I was ready to click the last frame, but I decided to lie on the ground instead. Sam had also said, “low angle, full impact.” I knew that as soon as my back hit the ground, I would need a complete change of clothing. I held my breath as my heart beat rapidly. I captured this last image, not sure if it was centered properly. All at once my camera whined and whirled giving away my position, the frames retreating back into their metal canister. A few surprised tourists glanced over in my direction. As I walked back to my car, it started to rain. The drops stayed in place on my windshield as the sun failed to make its exact presence known. Otherwise, I would have been able to use Sam’s last piece of advice, “always keep the sun at your back.” But, I couldn’t tell for the life of me where the light came from, the fog was so heavy.

Sam’s father told him that, “no matter what profession you pick, you always need to do better than good.” It seems that Sam has been doing better than good ever since he took his first picture at age eight. Sam’s father was also a photographer and they would often go on father and son outings, sometimes without a camera. Sam’s father taught him what Dorothea Lange espoused, “the camera teaches people to see without a camera.” This was easy for him to say as I kept admiring yet another picture in this Master’s of Photography Lecture at the National Geographic Society on November 12th. I was captivated by his rich storytelling, his keen sense of humor and his amazing images.

Sam Abell said that the first picture that mattered to somebody else other than himself was of his father at a train station on a cold and snowy morning in 1960. It won an honorable mention in a Kodak National Photography Contest. That same year, Sam heard Albert Moldvay speak. Albert was a staff photographer for the National Geographic Society. The only thing Sam seemed to remember from the lecture was the Society’s apparent irrelevance, but Sam knew that the Society did matter. He knew that, “the rainforests matter, the deserts matter, and the poles matter.”

The influence of that 1960 National Geographic lecture never left him and he was determined to secure a summer internship with the National Geographic Society upon his graduation from college. Sam’s persistence, his outstanding work on his college yearbook, and a part-time photography job for the Rural Electric Administration studying the extreme poverty of eastern Kentucky, landed him a summer internship at the Society in the Summer of 1966.

On his way to Washington, DC, a slight detour to the Museum of Modern Art in New York forever changed his view of the National Geographic. He met with the assistant curator of Photography, Peter Bavel. Sam said that they spoke about photography and it was one of the most seminal conversations in his entire life. Sam was led into a back office where he asked Peter, “What do you think of Life Magazine, Look Magazine and National Geographic?” There was an uncomfortable pause and Peter said, “Oh, you want to be one of ‘those’ photographers.” It was if those magazines didn’t employ ‘real’ photographers. In an attempt to steer Sam towards ‘real’ photography, Peter gave Sam a book called, “American Photographs” by Walker Evans.

Now, Sam was more determined than ever to prove that being a photographer for the National Geographic Society was more than anyone could imagine. And he had a solid base on which to build his desires. His parents were both teachers and while his mother gave him an appreciation for languages and culture, his father continued to instill in him a sense of place through geography and a continuing instruction in photography. In addition, he was surrounded by his parent’s extensive library and a large world map feeding his expanding appetite for knowledge and a desire to see the world.

As more impressive images flashed on the screen, Sam conveyed to everyone in the audience that he always feels a simple eloquence each and every day. Perhaps that is why to this day that he keeps a photographic diary of his life. He carries a personal camera loaded with black and white film at all times. He said that he never wants to lose this way of seeing the world (this beauty), especially since he takes most of his professional pictures in color. For him photography is direct and simple and these themes keep recurring like waves on the shoreline, appearing and then receding, only to reappear again.

This simplicity was put to the test on his first assignment in Newfoundland during 1970. He was a new staff photographer at the Geographic and felt that he was sent there because, ‘nothing ever happens.’ Perhaps it was a test by Robert Gilka, the only man to ever hire him at the Geographic, to see if Sam could find something simple, yet powerful, in a winter wilderness that seemed to go on forever. Sam slept in his car most days and drove all night to be at the right place and at the right time to capture ‘the picture.’ On this assignment, he met with Christopher Pratt, now Canada’s most famous painter. Pratt chastised the magazine for being too soft on the environment. Since Sam holds the Geographic in such high regard, this criticism bounced off of him like rain on a car windshield.

Once Sam told Pratt that he had purchased one of his paintings, Pratt opened up like a jar of potpourri and showed him his true love of art. In Pratt’s studio, Sam was able to ‘breathe’ the pure art all around him. He held in-depth discussions with Pratt on the subjects of color, shape, light and form, which only added to his understanding of photography. Sam said that in Newfoundland, he learned to think and to see, and he continued to keep his diary of black and white photos. But a constant battle was going on inside of him between color and black and white photography, “which one was the more meaningful, truthful and revealing?” It is a struggle that continues to this day.

After Sam finished his first assignment, he received a cable from Albert Moldvay that read, “Good sharp shooting. A tip of the hat.” Perhaps it was Sam’s confidence that his wife was getting better from a bout with cancer that propelled him to take on one of his last National Geographic assignments with the Executive Editor of the magazine, Robert Poole. They were assigned to the Japanese Imperial Palace and spent the better part of a year there without ever seeing the Emperor, a main part of the story. They saw his footprints, where he might have stood or even what he might have touched, but they kept coming up empty.

Since he had plenty of free time, he went to speak with the Palace Zen Archery Master. Sam said it was impressive to watch the Zen Master hit the target. He was intrigued and asked what the essence of Zen really is? With a delightful smile on his face, the Zen Master responded, “Don’t aim, forget the target and concentrate on form. Forget the target, if the form is correct, then the arrow will find its’ target. This is the essence of Zen.” As Sam spoke these words, tears began to flow as if the arrow of his conversation found the core meaning of life for me. And isn’t this what Sam’s father had been teaching him all along, to see without the camera, to concentrate on form, only to be rewarded by incredible photographs?.

In the same assignment, he also decided to cover the Master Royal Cormorant Fisherman. This is a man who together with his team catches fresh cormorants, a type of fish, and puts them on a speed train to the Emperor, arriving within hours. Sam befriended the Master and was invited to go fishing. It is entirely possible that no one from outside the Imperial Palace had ever been invited to do something this unique and so closed to the public. Before Sam was ready to step into the boat, the Master was approached by two Imperial Policeman in plain clothes suits looking more like FBI agents than royal dignitaries. They tried to cancel Sam’s trip, but a strange thing happened. After a brief conversation, the Imperial Policemen left. When Sam asked the Master why this was so, he said, “I told them that I had invited you to fish, and when they said that wasn’t possible, I reminded them that I gave you my word.” This touched Sam deeply since he operates in much the same fashion, ‘by your word and on your honor.’

Sam’s simplicity over the year taught him much about Japanese Imperial Life, but still he hadn’t seen the main attraction, the Emperor himself. Toward the end of the year and nearly burned out with waiting in his room of rice paper panels and tatami mats, he was told to come at once. He was led to a garden path where the Emperor had just walked in the opposite direction. Sam was intrigued and decided to follow at a safe distance.

Suddenly, the Emperor of Japan appeared out of nowhere right in front of him. The Emperor came closer and said, “Mr. Sam Abell is everything all right?” Sam wishes he could have said, “Nothing has been right for the entire year,” but he exchanged pleasantries and shook the extended hand of the Emperor. Sam said that if he ever had a single meaningful moment in his life, he would retire. Shaking hands with the Emperor of Japan certainly qualifies! Even though Sam never got a picture of the Emperor, he was able to capture timeless images of the Imperial Palace for the Geographic article, “Life Inside the Imperial Palace” in 2000.

His timeless images are achieved without filters because he always wants to do straightforward and simple photography. As Sam puts it, “It’s the what you see is what you get” photo without special effects. He feels that if photographers are faithful to photography, they will take the picture, but not force it. He said, “Certain things matter every day, the paramount of which is light, but light isn’t the most important part. The most important thing is to grow as a photographer.”This desire to grow, the feeling that I need to always be better than the day before, inspired me to head back to the cathedral to take four more rolls of color film just as the autumn sun was setting. It had been a brilliant blue day with only a hint of cloud cover in the sky. As the sun began to ride the tops of the apartment buildings across the street, the gray stone of the cathedral took on a pinkish hue that caused the building to leap from its gothic black and white roots to the 21st century in dazzling color. I quickly parked my car before I lost the moment.

I took pictures with angles, I lay on the ground for maximum impact, and I made sure that I had the sun at my back the entire time. The only thing that mattered to me was my creativity and my desire to express the beauty of the cathedral in a unique way. I thought about my form and didn’t think of the contest or of the final photographs. I felt settled, and this is the same feeling that Sam said that he felt when he took on an assignment to photograph cyclones. The two times that he tried to capture images of cyclones were the scariest moments of his life. Being in the simultaneous presence of beauty and danger held him in silence and in reverence. He said that the only thing that allowed him to maintain his composure was his desire to take pictures, a trained habit that has settled him ever since he was eight years old. This was the feeling that I had at the cathedral. It was the feeling that I was doing the right thing too by taking pictures. I was in a peaceful place where time stopped.

Sam’s latest book is called, “The Photographic Life” which takes the reader from life, to work, to art. His book has themes of duality, of color as time passes, of truth, fiction and honesty, and in the interest of the life behind things. It is a way to show that the things he took pictures of had a life worth seeing. On the cover of the book, there is an early self-portrait of Sam and his father. His father taught him quite a bit about photography.

Sam has been a National Geographic photographer for 32 years and in that time he must have accumulated hundreds of thousands of images. One year Sam said that he took 25,000 images and the Society only used eight photographs! As I flip through my 136 photographs of the Cathedral with the intention of picking only three, my job of trying to convey simplicity and grandeur doesn’t seem that difficult in comparison. However, Sam said that the only unfortunate thing about capturing an image is, “when a photograph is published, it gains a life but it loses the life of where it came from.”

Sam and his wife are going to be traveling throughout America trying to preserve the life of where American photographs come from in a book called, “Re-imaging America.” They had originally collaborated on an earlier book called, “Seeing Gardens.” Sam said his new book will not only be a dedication to his friend, Stephen Ambrose, but it will be a book in response to Peter Banelle from 1967 and to the Walker Evans book “American Photographs.” It seems that Sam never forgot that original challenge, so he is releasing this book showing what magnificence a simple and honest photographer can create.

Sam ended the lecture with a photograph taken in Newfoundland on his first assignment of a road going off into the distance, perhaps into infinity. He said, “what endless options there are out there, the open road, the photographic life.” As Sam finished his lecture, I walked out into the hallway, thinking about one of the pieces of advice that Sam mentioned, “when you walk toward a situation, the potential is there. Photographs come from contemplation. Photographs sort it out and they have meaning. Even in the gray light, everything can be seen.” As I go through my images of the cathedral, preparing my contest entries, I think of this advice. I know that I had been pulled to take pictures of the cathedral. The evening setting sun at the cathedral allowed the potential to be there. I just concentrated on my form and let it happen.

A copy of the book, “The Photographic Life” was for sale after the lecture and Sam Abell and his co-author, Leah Bendavid-Val, were going to be there to sign the book. At first I didn’t want to stay and I motioned to my wife that we ought to be leaving. After taking two steps toward the exit, I turned suddenly and said to my wife, “I need to buy his book and get him to sign it. Besides, it is my birthday!” I knew I didn’t just want to say hello and only get his signature, so I tried to think of something clever to say. The line moved slowly and before I had formed an intelligent response, I was right in front of him. He smiled at me, and his eyes conveyed a calmness and the depth of an artist. I blurted out, “which photograph in your book would help make me a better photographer?” Sam looked over at Leah as he flipped the pages. He said to Leah, “well this is my favorite one, right?” She quickly nodded in agreement.

Sam had turned to page 106 that showed four slides from July 1970 of two fisherman at work in Newfoundland. He wrote, “For Mark – Nearby are timeless scenes; may you see them. Sam Abell, November 12, 2002.” According to the inscription in the book, they are from Sam’s seventeenth roll on his first extended assignment for the Geographic. They are of a father and son fishing team. Sam felt that there was no place for a photographer that day, but the fishermen somehow understood that he was working as hard as they were. Sam said, “we were both seeking something.” And so am I.

Top Places to Visit in Vienna

Vienna… the Sound of Music… sinful chocolate… mountains, yes, this and much more. Vienna is truly a beautiful city offering so much culture and beautiful places to visit. Here are just a few of them.

  • Schonbrunn Palace
  • Hofburg Palace
  • Albertina Museum
  • Kunsthistorisches Museum
  • The Natural History Museum
  • Museum of Military History
  • The Imperial Crypt
  • Sigmund Freud Museum
  • Volksgarten

  1. Schonbrunn Palace means beautiful spring. Once a hunting ground, Queen Maria Theresa decided to create a palace to rival Versailles. Probably the highlight of the Palace is the grounds and gardens, which are excellent. What a delightful dining experience at the Café Residenz, the Court Bakery and the gift shop offers a delightful way to spend the day.
  2. Hofburg Palace was the residence of the Habsburgs for over 600 years. A tour of the Imperial Apartments gives you an idea of the lavish lifestyle of the Habsburgs. Incredible furniture and spectacular artwork make a visit to this great palace a must. A pleasant visit to the gift shop is an excellent way to end the visit.
  3. The Albertina Museum is home to over 65,000 prints and over one million Old Master Prints. The Do & Co Albertina Restaurant is a beautiful place to buy real Viennese food. The Gift shop offers everything from copies of art, books and souvenirs. A delightful way to spend a day in this great city.
  4. The Kunsthistorisches Museum houses an incredible selection of exhibits ranging from Egyptian art to contemporary art. There are over 256,000 volumes of ancient books. The musical instrument collection is the largest selection of magnificent instruments in the world. The lovely gift shop offers reproductions, books and memorabilia. The restaurant is gourmet and offers a spectacular dinner and Sunday brunch.
  5. The Natural History Museum contains over 30 million articles, many as old as 250 years. Exhibits include skeletons of dinosaurs and sea creatures, centuries old. There is a charming restaurant and coffee shop specializing in Viennese cuisine. An excellent gift shop offers books, cards and memorabilia.
  6. The Museum of Military History is the oldest Museum in Austria and contains weapons, books and artifacts from several centuries. A lovely gift shop offers catalogs, books and other items and gifts.
  7. The Imperial Crypt contains the remains of 145 members of the Habsburg dynasty, including 12 emperors and 18 empresses. It is housed in the Capuchin Church and the latest entombment was in 2011.
  8. The Sigmund Freud Museum contains the works and history of this great man.
  9. The Volksgarten was built over the previous park that was destroyed by Napoleon. The highlight of the gardens is the stunning rose garden. The peak of the blooms is in June and July, but is open year round. It contains hundreds of varieties of roses.

Vienna is all things to all people, offering such a variety of places to visit, both historical and modern.