The City Of Music

You would think that of all places, Vienna would be one of the easiest places to buy a violin. I would have thought there would be a violin store on every corner. Of course this is a bit like thinking that all New Zealanders wear grass skirts and have a family tree that clearly shows that we are descendants of Hobbits.

So after much travelling around, some of it unintended because you weren't paying attention and jumped on the wrong tram/bus/U-bahn, we finally came across a very nice, violin store which, typically for us, is owned by an American.

We tried many violins and Jordan surprised herself by not being as rusty as she thought she was and she played quite nicely. We started with the cheaper end of violins and worked our way up, but not too far up. The more expensive the violin, the nicer the sound, and the more excited Jordan got, because she sounded better and better.

Then it was off to talk to Mr Visa, aka Greg Ewing. After our purchase, we felt so broke, we decided we might as well spend a bit more money and had a nice dinner which we topped off with a 5-scoop ice-cream cone aptly named, the tourist cone.

Since then, a huge 3 days, Jordy has been trying to get us to revisit the ice-cream parlour. I think she thinks that ice-cream will help her play better. Actually..... come to think of it, the first violin we tried, months ago, Jordy did sound very...very rusty. And since then we have had a fair amount of ice-cream and now Jordy's playing a lot better....hmmmmm.

Nah! She just likes ice-cream.