As we waltzed through the lobby and The Gallery, you can’t help but get the beautiful fragrance of the many fresh flowers throughout The Westbury.
If Graz and Salzburg were beautiful and quaint, the way I would describe Innsbruck is imposing. Sandwiched between snow-capped mountains, it moves fast.
You can’t help but want to wear floaty dresses and sing renditions of ‘The Hills Are Alive’ with outstretched arms while you run through beautiful gardens in Salzburg.
Our first stop on our Austrian Adventure and a good place to start; the pace of London a distant memory as the sleepy atmosphere in Graz took over us.
Beautiful flowers growing up and around entranceways and huge animals made from flowers stood proudly in each of the square’s at Chelsea in Bloom.