Vienna for The Three Generations: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

A yellow tram that circles the Ring in twenty-five minutes with a commentary, everyone seated, the opera and the parliament passing the window.

The nave at ground level, the glazed-tile roof seen from the square and the pulpit's stonemason to find; the tower is for another trip.

The quieter Figlmüller, Schnitzels bigger than the plate to share down a long table, potato salad for the grandparents and chips for the children.

Forty rooms of the summer palace with the audio guide and a lift to the state floor, Sisi's gymnastics rings and Franz Joseph's iron bed.

The little road train that loops the park in fifty minutes with stops at the zoo and the Gloriette, so the hill is climbed by nobody.

Lunch inside the hilltop arcade with the palace and the city below, goulash soup and Apfelstrudel, then the train back down.

A lift to 150 metres in thirty-five seconds, a terrace with railings at the right height for small faces and a café that rotates.

Fried fish and Schnitzel at a garden restaurant on the old Danube arm, boats tied up at the jetty and a lawn for after lunch.

An electric boat for the whole family, no licence and no effort, an hour around the still water with the grandparents at the tiller.

The empress's dresses and the emperor's camp bed on one flat floor of the Hofburg, reached by lift, with the silver collection on the way in.

The pedestrian avenue with the plague column and benches around it, Demel's window to look in, and the Michaelerplatz dig to explain to the children.

A 1930s Beisl near the opera, Schnitzel and Krautfleckerl at a long table, a ground floor with no steps and the Albertina taxi rank outside.