Schönbrunn is what the Habsburgs did with summer: a palace the colour of egg yolk, a garden built to be looked at rather than wandered, and a hill with a folly on top to give the whole thing a horizon. Three and a half kilometres, most of it flat, with one honest climb.
The U-Bahn drops you at the gates and the long yellow facade does the rest. Inside, the state rooms are gilt and mirror and Maria Theresa; you walk a fraction of the thousand-odd. Then round to the garden side, where the parterre runs dead straight to the Neptunbrunnen and the hill behind it.
The climb to the Gloriette is the walk's one effort, and the view back — palace, parterre, the spires of the city beyond — pays for it. Come down the west flank past the maze and the orangery, where Mozart once performed. End at the Tiergarten, the oldest zoo in the world, still wrapped around its baroque pavilion. Hietzing station is a few minutes past the gate.
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