Curled up in my lovely apartment, and I begin to hear a thudding cadence approaching…
At first I thought, oh, it’s a small parade or something…
…and then they kept coming…
…and coming…
…and coming…
…and coming… For almost an hour they kept coming, despite the snow that was beginning to flurry…
…and somehow it just didn’t quite seem right to have a huge protest in front of the beautiful Opera House, but each to his/her own…
…and still they kept coming…
…and coming…
…and coming…
…and coming…
…and coming…
…and then the police kept coming…
…and coming…
…and coming…
…and still they kept coming…
…and the police kept coming…
…and they kept coming…
…and coming…
What were they protesting?
If you read the signs, it’s not just one thing… This seemed like a protesters’ catch-all march.
Some were protesting against the Austrian government, some protesting against the Hungarian government, some protesting against human rights abuse in general, some protesting against human rights abuse in particular countries, and just like the protesters, the reasons for protesting kept coming and coming and coming…
Well, after standing at the window for an hour or so snapping away, my frozen fingers and I are about to jump into the shower and get all glammed up for what I expect to be a marvellous night – I am headed to the magnificent Kursalon Wien for a four-course fine-dining meal, followed by an evening of Strauss, Mozart and more…
Such a contrast!
Well, life’s never boring… 🙂
~ Bella
