How do you get Wien out of Vienna?

No, that isn't a typo and there is no punch line coming.  That my friends was a real question.  It would seem that Vienna's name that it calls itself is Wien. I have no idea why.  I didn't spend a lot of time here. I took a night train from Rome.  Had two lovely German ladies in the sleeper with me. They where just finishing about three and a half months of travelling.  We chatted about how to get drugs, like aspirin, in Germany and the judicial system in the US.  Yeah, it felt random at the time too.  Anyway, we went to sleep or what passes for sleep on a moving train and were later joined by a woman who spoke neither English nor German. She had the faded look of a woman that was once beautiful but was now rather wispy and incomplete somehow.  It is just sad when beautiful people age poorly. Unlike the rest of us they just don't seem to know what to do when their face no longer makes the world spin around you.  Anyway, back to the trip.  I arrived in Vienna exhausted and went to the wrong hostel.  Thankfully the crazy haired lady there gave me directions and I only got lost twice more before finding the hostel.  It was nice enough but the room smelled like a mens locker room. It was a weird mix of stinky gym bag and cologne.  It is a mark of how tired I was that I didn't notice at first!  I made my bed, laid in it and fell right to sleep.  I woke a couple hours later and went exploring.  Vienna is incredibly beautiful.  You don't have to look hard to find this jewels wonders.  The stately city rivals Paris for me and considering how I feel about Paris that is saying something.  The weird thing is I didn't take a single picture. I realized on the train today that I have not even one picture of Vienna. To give an idea of this city and its impact on me, I loved it even though the street made just barely more sense than Rome's, almost every man I came across did a once over look that ended just below my neck and stayed there, most of the women did the once over but ended it with a sour look and the night train left me feeling foggy and confused.  Vienna is the opposite of the lady on the train.  She shows her age with grace and poise like a great book the more you see the more you love it.  I am sad to leave yet know this is one city I will make the effort to see again.