Here you can see the ancient walls and gates. The history of the gate recites at least three architectural phases. The oldest Stubentor gate was built around 1200. They were a passage and a tower, referred to in the annals as the "Black Tower". Their construction was carried out from 1195 to 1250. This gate, made in the Renaissance style, stood until the first Turkish siege, 1529. After the siege, from 2555 to 1566, a 25-meter-high Castentor tower with a bell tower was built. The city wall withstood the 2nd Turkish siege of 1683 and stood until 1831, when it received a classic facade. Demolition of the walls to today's Coburg Palace lasted from April 9 to September 19, 1862. Excavations in 1985-1987 during the construction of the U3 metro line and the station of the same name uncovered part of the walls of the Black Tower. On March 10, 1528, Balthazar Habmeier was executed in front of this gate. The black plaque on the remains of the wall recalls his death: Dr. Balthazar Hubmeier on 10.3.1528 was burnt before Stubentor as a Baptist. Numerous funeral processions marched through the Stubentor towards the St. Marker Cemetery in the 18th and 19th centuries. At that time it was accepted that the mourners accompanied the hearse to the gate. One of the most famous residents of Vienna finally left the city in the evening hours on December 6, 1791. It was Wolfgang Ammadeus Mozart. The funeral procession, as usual, reached the gate, and behind them in the dark no one accompanied the corpse of the composer. Translated with Google Translate
City park as a house book. As soon as the yellowed sheets are touched, the city will begin to dump its stories with enthusiasm. They will be written in calligraphic handwriting with classic curls, imitating the era, or chopped pen strokes, in accordance with the directives of the time. With crafty boasting, they will hoist glorious citizens on a pedestal or, like skeletons in a closet, hide their obscene acts in the shadow of distant alleys. His trees whisper past rumors, ponds keep silent secrets, and swarms of pigeons sweep dried leaves from the tracks like dust from a book cover. And the longer you stay in the park, the more you understand that time puts everything in its place, passions disappear and only heaven and silence patronize the living, contemplating the earthly vanity from above. Such a city park in Vienna. Translated with Google Translate
Don't be afraid to get lost in new places!
