Then made my way via many byways to the Leopold Mueum where we were to meet to see a celebration of Egon Shiele and Klimt . My feeling about Shiele is that I liked some of his little drawings like this little one but his more tortured paintings are less easy to appreciate though I think Lucian Freud may well have been influenced by them.
There was also a large exhibition by a man I had never heard of called Rogan sort fantasy shepherdesses and girls surrounded by flowers - and this turkey with a real glint in his eye
almost pre-raphaelite - and three Klimt so we felt a bit done odour by this especially as two were like the one here.
So after a peaceful lunch we visited the butterfly house where we had morpho blues flitting round us. All the orchids you see are in fact plastic - there are feeding stations around and some real flowers.
A quick ministrone and off to the opera house for a splendid production of Tosca. Thanks to a boxed set from Robert years ago sung by Maria Callas I did know the music if not the story which was kind of typical love and death scenario. As we left a man heard us talking and stopped to tell us what a wonderfully authentic production it had been.
And so to bed after a great way to finish.