FOR VARIOUS reasons, I have never managed to stay at the Hotel Bristol in Vienna, though I have visited Europe’s “city of music” a couple of times. I know where it is, of course. It is impossible to miss the imposing building on the corner of Kärtnerring where doormen in beige coats with braided epaulettes have tipped their bowler hats to most of the rich and famous who ever came to the Austrian capital. Opened as a hotel in 1892 and expanding into the neighbouring buildings for the next fifty years, more
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