That is indeed a great article from the Post on Vienna. Money paragraph:

It wasn't glamour on an Oscar-night scale -- not too many dangerously plunging necklines and very few audacious cummerbunds. But it was a dazzling concentration of Old World elegance in a setting straight from the Age of Fairy Tales. There was a Scotsman in a full-dress kilt. And one young beauty, with purple hair and a backless green gown, had a tattoo on her shoulder of the Austrian Imperial Eagle Crest. In Vienna, you can be punk and a monarchist, too.

Just perfect; I mean, perfekt.