Between Vienna’s imposing Parliament Building and its famous university which dates back to medieval times, there sits a classic newspaper-laden Viennese café that bears the impress of uncompromising dignity.

Inside you will find a wooden interior of exquisitely varnished columns, panels and coffee tables as well as incandescent lamps and chandeliers that appear decadent, exuding a suffocating kind of elegance.

On a recent morning, a middle-aged man with striking dark eyes, a graying beard and a cane entered Café Landtmann and asked for his cigar to be lit. There was an intelligent look about him, a wrinkled face and despite his conventional way of dressing, which was simple, yet self-assured; it was impossible to overlook the kind of personality that reminded me of a character that I perpetually used to encounter in the first few chapters of my psychology textbook.

It’s not every day that I feel like I am a time traveler split between a distant college memory and the realism of a waking dream. Sitting on a couch at the Café Landtmann, how the aromas of dark, bitter coffee served in steaming cups would transport me back to the present, only to realize that I had arrived somewhere unexpectedly.  Vienna.

Things to see in Vienna

To most, the name Vienna is interchangeable with imperial palaces, baroque streetscapes, waltz and orchestra and a cafe-crazed society. To others, Vienna meant far less romantic and nothing more than an ardent nostalgia. As Holly Martins in the movie ‘The Third Man’ once put it, “I never knew the old Vienna before the war with its Strauss music, its glamour and easy charm.” What Vienna stood for me is how it stimulated my human psyche. Perhaps this might also be one of the few reasons that drew the Father of Psychoanalysis, Sigmund Freud to call Vienna his home.

In my introspective reflections, I reasoned that to discover Vienna, I would need my subconscious state of self as my guide and steer me in getting to know the Austrian capital.  If I may have to begin the journey, it might as well as be in Freud’s favorite haunt – Café Landtmann.

Back in the days, the grumpy good doctor would sit at the far corner away from the crowd. No other spot could have been more ideal for Freud’s further contemplation on university-related matters or writing down observations on his patients’ delusional tantrums. If Freud may have conceived the theories of sexuality and psychoanalysis under the influence of a potent caffeinated decoction while encircling himself with puffs of tobacco smoke, he then later on perfected it all on his couch. What are the odds that I might also have a few revelations of my own? After all, the café in itself is a pseudo micro-world where Vienna’s exalted sons and intellectuals meet – from writers, actors of the adjacent Burg theater, politicians, physicians, psychiatrists as well as professors from the surrounding universities.

And while the exceedingly cultivated, kleiner brauner-addicted Viennese, engage in seemingly important conversation, I allowed myself to be seduced by the muffled hiss of an espresso machine, slowly sipping my coffee while looking out of the window. My eyes catching a glimpse of vintage trams passing by that twist and turn like the River Danube. Seen from afar, are red tiled-roof buildings that stubbornly stood with less obvious wartime scars from previous wars. Shifting my gaze back inside and across the room, it was a comforting sentiment to witness such conviviality shared between patrons and waiters and the exchange of no nonsense ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes’ among fellow strangers.  It occurred to me that it is easy to fall for this place. And why would it not be?

Cafe Landtmann in Vienna Exterior of Cafe Landtmann in Vienna

Though I have been to Austria’s Tyrol region a few times and occasionally crossed the Italian frontier, as well as leaping on a train from Munich to Salzburg, it was my first time to sojourn in the former seat of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. I heard from a friend that during the troubled times in history, should one need to seek a hiding place in Europe, Vienna was the place to go. Not only was the city a place of refuge among political dissidents, it was also a city morphed into a sort of cultural magnet attracting the ambitious, the talented, the power-hungry and the brightest.

It was not only ideas, music and dreams that flourished here, but along with the social movement came food and architecture. Perhaps the most notable detail that happened in the old Austria before the war, was how the rich and the poor, Jews and Christians, Czechs and Germans, and above all the Viennese; all permitted themselves to enjoy life. There is no question about it, and that kind of ‘joie de vivire’ continues to materialize up to this day as the city moves forward to a new age in a comforting rhythm.

Horse Ride in Vienna

Tram ride in Vienna

On my arrival in the city two days ago, it was probably a Viennese custom to be welcomed by a Mozart symphony as my fellow passengers and I waited to disembark from our flight. Classical music is Vienna’s idea of small talk. It is a city known for its music and affords everyone a personal melody. Take Vienna’s eternal boy wonder, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart who at the age of five completed his first composition. Haydn, a friend to Mozart, also lent his musical talent to the city and was a tutor to the brilliant Ludwig van Beethoven – all three later were to influence Franz Schubert.

While my subconscious state was eager to re-orient myself with Sigmund Freud whose house was a few blocks away from the café, my conscious self had fallen victim to such distractions brought by the pleasure-principle and the compulsion to see some of the city’s landmarks.  I sauntered around the Innere stadt (Inner city) in Vienna’s 1st district encircled by the Ringstrasse, the city’s grand boulevard. There is something charming about ambling along cobblestoned streets especially when you walk on the same street where Orson Welles (aka Harry limes in the Third Man/3man Museum houses some memorabilia) once stood (or supposedly fell from the building).

One can easily get used to snacking on apple strudel or wiener schnitzel, which is by the way bigger than the plate on which it is served. At the next corner, I was tempted to order a glass of sparkling wine, from vineyards grown just outside town. Vienna’s suburbs are rich patchworks of wineries and home to many heuriger or wine gardens. Having quenched my thirst, I went on to see the prestigious State Opera house having hosted world class performances from Mozart, Wagner and Strauss. It’s worth noting that the 37 year old Gustav Mahler became its artistic director in 1897. Opposite the opera is the majestic Hotel Bristol which at one time had been the US Army headquarters during the Second World War. Vienna was then occupied by the four international powers – America, Britain, France and Russia. Its gilded staircase is marked by dents from soldiers who accidentally hit the rail with their rifles while running down during the invasion.

What to do in the city Vienna

What makes the walk in the Innere stadt even more delightful is that everything is within walking distance. I hopped from cafés to courtyards while salivating at the exquisite window display of cakes, chocolates and pastries at Demel and Café Sacher. If this alone is not enough to satisfy the visionary pleasures, then a foray to the nearby Spanish Riding School where one marvels at the pageantry of galloping dancing horses.That afternoon, I went to see Gustave Klimt’s The Kiss at the Belvedere museum. If Picasso had his “Blue Period”, I was intrigued with Klimt’s “Golden Phase”. Contemplating on this, I head out for a walk in the museum’s 17th century garden. The sun was just about to set, casting a warm golden glow, as if bidding farewell to his lover; locked in an intimate embrace. Watching the city from afar, I began to think that Vienna was infusing a romantic bond to my psyche.

I was just about to finish the last sip of my coffee when the man with the walking stick, whom I saw earlier, was now leaving the café. I took it as a signal to head out and get to my appointment at Bergasse 19 in the ninth district. An address well-known by many of his followers for this is where Sigismund Schlomo Freud lived for 47 years. It is not that I came to seek any kind of interpretation of my waking dream but rather see for myself the place where the man lived, who revealed the secrets of the mind. Now, a Sigmund Freud Museum, it welcomes many of the late doctor’s enthusiasts but no longer receives the delusional and neurotic.

Like his patients had done in the past, I buzzed myself to be let in. At the entrance, encased in a glass is his cane and hat. It had been like that ever since a brief klepto-episode occurred during 1970.  Only a few possessions were left behind. Most of Freud’s accouterments are in display including his famous couch in Hampstead, which he took with him when he fled the Nazis to find safety in London. The waiting room still embodies a timeless vision of what it was like to be one of the patients waiting to be ushered in his office, and then questioned about their childhood and memories, while lying down on a couch. Personal belongings of Sigmund FreudGrainy black and white family pictures dot the walls throughout the house, some turning yellow with age. Many snaps show some of Freud’s colleague from the Psychological Society. My favorite was the ghostly image of his in a dramatic pose where he leans a bit as if intently listening to something.

Freud was obsessed with time and tobacco. He was a creature of habit so much so that Anna Freud called her father the ‘little clock man’. He would have his breakfast precisely at 7am demanding that the whole family to be present. This routine was repeated at 1pm lunch time and the 7pm dinner.  He was never a big fan of smiling but he did enjoy his tafelspitz, an Austrian boiled beef dish served with fried potatoes, horseradish, apple sauce and sliver of pancakes. At a later stage of his life, Freud developed a terrible oral cancer where he undergone more than 30 operations on his mouth.

office of doctor freud in Vienna

portrait of sigmund freudPerhaps the most fascinating part of the museum is the videos that Anna Freud fondly narrates. There were scenes and footage from the house, vacations, childhood, Christmas and the trips made by the Freud family outside Vienna with their pet dog Lun, the happy moments and up to the days when the doctor’s heath was in decline.

I was told that to get a glimpse (or even feel) Freud’s medical background, I needed to see the campus where Freud began his studies on neuropathy and the human mind. The University of Vienna was close by. Even closer was the Josephinum, Vienna’s first medical school now a medical history museum and the Narrenturm “Mad’s Tower” – Europe’s oldest insane asylum which dates back from 1784 (also turned into a pathological museum). Here lies a startling relic before Freud’s time of how mental illnesses were treated. Such display includes deformed skulls, some strange looking human parts, a floating specimen of a full-size Cyclops baby, and even conjoined twin animals. The thought of it animated me.

But like Freud who stuck to his regular routine and liked to go for a walk after lunch, I was also keen on following mine. The visit to the university may have to wait. For now, I would like to take it slowly. Perhaps walking (or wandering) as Freud may have believed, was the best aid of thought. This of course warrants further analysis.

In my lucid intervals, while visiting Vienna, I was reminded of what the doctor wrote in his book ‘The Interpretation of Dreams’, where he so eloquently said “So far we have mainly been concerned with probing after the hidden meaning of dreams, the route we should take to discover it, and the means the dream-work has employed to hide it.” Vienna allows us to indulge in a waking dream and there is nothing more real than setting foot in this alluring city.

Video by @FilmSpektakel


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  1. Vienna is one of these places that keeps on delivering, no matter how many times you go there. I’ve been a couple of times and even spend a few months during the summer last year and still feel I haven’t seen nor done all of it that the city has to offer. I love your style of writing and felt transported back to the Landtmann cafe.

    Carolin | Solo Travel Story

  2. As with all your posts, I adored this. I love how you have drawn me into Vienna through its people, both real and fictional, who lived, worked and created there – and not just the good doctor, although the Freud museum looks absolutely fascinating. We have never visited the city but would very much like to and, as you say, indulge in that waking dream…

  3. Another great post, Jan, I think you got me hooked. I’m going to become a regular customer of your blog. I find your style of writing truly inspiring. To be honest, with all the pressures of a nine-to-five (well.. my wife, Ms B, would call me unemployed at the moment, because I’m self-employed and under-utilised at 9 days per month or so, but hopefully that will pick up again soon haha) I realise now that I’m not really writing the posts I set out to write when I started the blog. It’s become a bit of a mechanical thing and lacks creativity and joy. My blog post about Landtmann is pretty crap in comparison to yours.. Keep the great posts coming. I’ll aim to work through the backlog of your existing posts.

    • Hello Stefan, it’s lovely to read you here. To be frank, I had difficulty starting my blog. It took me awhile to find a storytelling voice. I am confident that what you have accomplished, and what you have now are very good resources as you try to also find your own joy and creativity in writing. No blog post is crap. Every blog post is a labor of love and fanciful imagination. Thanks for leaving a comment. Keep them coming and happy travels ☺️