The Museum for Applied Arts is vast. I only managed about half of it before giving up quite overwhelmed. The opening parts is a bizarre repository of artifacts - more auction house preview than museum.
Lots of assorted Habsburgs looking variously bemused.
Poor Marie Wilt. Obviously posing for a bust not her favorite occupation.
There they all are (including Ludwig Von B) waiting and waiting.
Lots and lots of Sissy - who had alarming amounts of hair.
Places to sit...
and lots of a favored shade of green.
The desk of a melancholy camper - and you can't even see the paperweight of the dead sparrow.
Such pretty china for tea.
A seance of needlepointed chairs...
one of a pair of gilded vases. I could go on. I've decided that there is only so much I can take in at one time. A bit like eating chocolate cake. All too wonderful - and then there simply isn't room for anything else.