Austria’s second largest city, Graz, is an easy place to like. It’s got all the basic prerequisites for a good city. It’s pretty. It has a river running through it and a hilltop castle lording over it. It has trams. It has gorgeous architecture. It’s got plenty eateries, drinkeries and shopperies. It’s got Hitler in…
Scouring the departures board at Zurich’s main railway station, there was a moment of mild alarm when our intended Graz sleeper train wasn’t there. In its place though, at exactly the same departure time, was a train to Belgrade. I thought for a minute, and realised that given Belgrade was beyond Austria, this was indeed…
A report of a long weekend in Austria in 2010: my first proper explore of the country, and among many other things a chance for a behind-the-scenes tour of a beautiful monastery.
It was our wedding anniversary this weekend, so I took Nicole away for a wee trip to Graz, Austria. It was a secret, and Nicole didn’t know where we were going until we arrived at the gate at Stansted airport on Friday morning. We stayed with some wonderful friends of Nicole’s that she hadn’t seen…