A lovely lady on the train to Vienna told us we must go see the Burggarten, a rose garden.
In our attempt to put to use our practically non-existent German, we greeted an old gentleman on the road and asked him sweetly, “Burggarten, bitte?”
He launched into a long speech in German. We listened, nodded appropriately and made polite noises. Once he had finished explaining, we said our ‘Danke’ and followed him across the road. That much, we had understood.
We stood around noting various ‘interesting’ things around, letting him go ahead. We then discreetly asked someone else.
To this day, we wonder what the gentleman explained to us in such great detail. The rose garden was straight ahead.