#PinkTutuVienna blog on 2019-03-20

Hello darlings! It's Wednesday again, and that means it's time for a fresh dose of pink tutu magic straight from Vienna, the city that's got waltz in its soul and cake in its blood!

This week's adventures have been a whirlwind of sequins and tulle, with just a touch of Viennese charm thrown in for good measure. You know me, always ready for a waltz!

This journey began, as it always does, with a trip to the railway station. The whistle blew, the train chugged, and I found myself whisked away from the green hills of Derbyshire towards the heart of Austria. My trusty pink tutu, naturally, travelled in its own plush carry-on suitcase, always ready for a grand entrance.

The journey itself was an adventure. I love the way trains lull you into a world of your own, with the scenery flashing past the window. I scribbled away in my travel journal, making notes about my upcoming Viennese encounters. Would I find a new pink tutu shop to fall head over heels for? Would the Wiener Staatsoper be staging a performance of Swan Lake this week? (I’d be in seventh heaven!)

And, of course, I planned my outfits! It wouldn’t do to visit Vienna in anything less than my most exquisite ensembles. This week, it was a shimmering fuchsia tutu, a lacy cream blouse, and my new blush-toned, pointed-toe heels. I know what you're thinking – daring for daytime, right? But a girl’s gotta be bold!

My first stop in Vienna was a whirlwind of delights. First, I discovered a little cafe with the most divine array of cakes. Picture it: pastel-coloured macarons, Sacher-torte the size of my head, and even a decadent chocolate cake shaped like a ballerina! After a delicious sugar rush, it was time to soak in some local culture. I popped into the Vienna State Opera House, a majestic building that exudes history and beauty. It made me wish I was stepping onto the stage for a solo performance, even for just a moment.

My next adventure was to the heart of Vienna, the beautiful city center. A world of vibrant architecture, enchanting alleyways, and hidden treasures greeted me. My pink tutu swayed gracefully as I weaved through the crowds, a tiny dot of colour against the stunning backdrop of St. Stephen’s Cathedral and the Hofburg Palace. The city itself felt like a fairy tale come alive!

My pink tutu couldn’t stay silent for long, so of course, I had to attend a ballet class. The Vienna State Opera Ballet School welcomed me with open arms, or should I say, with gracious nods and appreciative smiles. The elegance and discipline of these dancers were inspiring! I joined in with the exercises, spinning, leaping, and stretching in my trusty pink tutu. The air was filled with the gentle clinking of pointe shoes, the sound of our shared love for the dance.

I found myself captivated by Vienna's rich ballet history. From Mozart and Beethoven, whose works inspired generations of composers and dancers, to the modern ballets showcased in the grand halls of the Vienna State Opera, this city has a vibrant history woven with the graceful movements of ballet.

Naturally, I couldn't leave Vienna without attending a ballet performance. I secured tickets for Sleeping Beauty at the Vienna State Opera, a fairy tale on the grandest scale. The sets were magical, the music was divine, and the dancers, oh my, the dancers! The energy in the air was electrifying as the story unfolded before my eyes. I was completely mesmerized, a pink tutu floating on a cloud of joy!

No visit to Vienna would be complete without indulging in the city's vibrant fashion scene. My search for a new pink tutu led me to a hidden gem: a tiny boutique nestled in a quiet side street. There, amongst shelves stacked with frothy fabrics and shimmering embellishments, I discovered my new favourite tutu! It was a whimsical explosion of pink feathers, tulle, and sequins. You could say it stole the show…

This little boutique became my haven for all things sparkly. The shop assistant, a kindly woman named Frau Schmidt, told me stories about the old days, when every young woman in Vienna wore a tutu for special occasions. She said the city’s tradition of elegance still lives on today, but the focus has shifted from dance to fashion, which of course, is the perfect recipe for me!

As my journey in Vienna drew to a close, I took a final stroll through the city, feeling as light as a ballerina twirling in the breeze. This magical place has stolen my heart! Its beautiful architecture, its vibrant culture, its history, and of course, its delicious sweets - Vienna has it all!

And it’s more than just a place - Vienna is a feeling! It's a feeling of grace and elegance, a feeling of being surrounded by beauty, a feeling of wanting to spin and leap with pure joy. Vienna, you have inspired me!

Remember, my dears, you don't have to be a dancer to embrace the pink tutu spirit! Wear a tutu to work, to the park, to the pub - make it a conversation starter, a celebration of joy! And remember, if you ever need a fellow tutu-lover to join you on your next adventure, you know where to find me.

Until next Wednesday,

Emma, the Pink Tutu Wanderer

P.S. Stay tuned for my next post where I'll be taking you on a magical journey through the Viennese forests. It involves horses, picnics, and, of course, my beloved pink tutu!