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...Stephen's stood gaunt and beautiful. The interior was gone. At the Chancellery a bomb had sheered away the room where Dollfuss was assassinated. One wing of the hideous neo-Roman Parliament was burned out. Both the Burgtheater and the Belvedere were in ruins. Franz Josef's Hofburg was scarred but essentially undamaged. So were Schönbrunn and the Rathaus. One bridge remained over the Danube Canal. About 70% of the inner city, where the big stores, shops, hotels, restaurants and public buildings are concentrated, were in ruins or useless because of damage...
...Paris had lost its Ile Saint-Louis and Place des Vosges, or Vienna its Hofburg and its Opera House on the Ringstrasse. For the mellow buildings near the Ponte Vecchio, on either side of the Arno, formed one of the most cherished views in the world. Most of that crowded, encrusted skyline is now gone. "Palace after palace, dating from the 14th to the 16th Century, are heaps of rubble. In the wreckage lie such things as the ancient manuscripts, books and art objects of the Societa Colombaria. . . ."* Total or heavy destruction included...
...Vienna nowadays may pay a few schillings and wander fairly freely through the gloomy Imperial Palace. They may gaze to their heart's content at the iron cot on which old Franz Josef slept, at the basin in which ample Maria Theresa bathed. But one wing in the Hofburg is barred to them. Tourists are not allowed to prowl through the rooms which belonged to Archduke Rudolf, Franz Josef's son who died mysteriously at his hunting lodge at Mayerling. Rudolf's rooms have not been preserved as a museum for tragic memories. They are occupied...
...During the 30 years I enjoyed the Emperor's friendship I never saw him so broken as on that 31st day of January, which I remember as if it were yesterday. I had gone afoot to Hofburg [the Palace in Vienna] contrary to custom, having been ordered to present myself at 11 o'clock to read aloud to the Emperor and Empress. At the gate I saw to my horror, knowing the habits of the Emperor, for whom punctuality meant arriving a quarter of an hour ahead of time, that it was already five minutes past...
Reactionary Hungary prepared for a step back 74 years last week. 1855. In her gilded coach the young, radiant, newlywed Empress Elizabeth rode out from the Imperial Hofburg, heard frightful screams from a nearby barracks square. They were men's screams. "Stop! Call the guard!" cried the Empress. "Something terrible is happening!'' "Your Majesty need experience no alarm," soothed a punctilious equerry. "This is merely the hour for flogging military delinquents." Flashing-eyed, the petite Empress insisted on alighting from her coach. Amid courtier consternation she actually walked the short distance back to the Hofburg, rushed impulsively...