Wednesday 26th April, 2000
Guten Morgen, darlings! I'm writing to you from Vienna, the city of music, waltzes, and…wait for it…pink tutus! Yes, I've managed to bring a touch of my signature style even to this historic metropolis.
This week's adventure took me on a thrilling train journey across the continent. The views were breathtaking - rolling hills, charming villages, and the constant hum of the train track beneath me - a soundtrack for the most fabulous travelogue.
I confess, I can't travel without my favourite pink tutu. The one with the layers of soft tulle that shimmer and dance with each movement, echoing the waltz that's a constant in Vienna's atmosphere. Even though it felt slightly out of place against the grand architecture of the city, I wore it with pride! It brought a touch of fun and whimsy to the city's more formal settings, much like a sprinkle of fairy dust.
Speaking of fairy dust, Vienna is a city full of enchantment. Every corner holds a whisper of history and elegance. From the grandeur of the Schönbrunn Palace to the vibrant cafes where Viennese society gathers, this city has a timeless charm. And I'm here to share my experience with you, one twirling, tutu-clad step at a time.
My trip to Vienna began with the thrill of finding a hidden gem of a shop tucked away in a cobbled side street. It was overflowing with tutus in every shade and texture imaginable. I spent a glorious hour amidst a cloud of tulle, dreaming of graceful pirouettes and the joyous expression of dance. And you won't believe this, darlings, I found the most perfect pink tutu – one with intricate silver embroidery that sparkled like starlight! It was as if it were destined for a waltz beneath the Vienna moon.
I wouldn't be a true Pink Tutu enthusiast without making a visit to the Vienna State Opera, would I? Imagine my delight when I discovered they were holding a special performance of "Giselle" that night. The iconic tale of love and sacrifice – it just begged to be experienced! As I watched the graceful ballerinas twirl across the stage, I couldn't help but think about the evolution of the tutu. From its humble beginnings in the early 19th century, the tutu has become a symbol of dance and beauty. Every stitch and fold speaks of a history steeped in creativity and artistry.
I’m not only in love with tutus; Vienna has stolen my heart too. Today, I'm going on a horse-drawn carriage ride through the heart of the city, and later, a delicious Wiener Schnitzel lunch is on the menu! Who could ask for a more delightful day?
Of course, every day here in Vienna feels like a storybook fairytale. From the charming old-world streets to the romantic music that drifts through the air, there's a magic that permeates every corner of this enchanting city. It makes me feel like a princess from a long-forgotten story, and yes, of course, my trusty pink tutu is my enchanted garment, a constant reminder of the power of joy and beauty.
Until next week, darling! Don’t forget to twirl and spread a little pink tutu magic wherever you go!
Emma, from the Pink Tutu Diaries, signing off!
