Soniferous Wien

During my recent flâneries about Vienna I've bumped into Schubert's birth-house, the spot where Mozart's death-house used to be, and the house where Schumann spent roughly half a year living. This is the season for Sturm and the falling down and breaking open of chestnuts, startlingly exploding on the pavement, the car roofs, and I imagine on some unfortunate heads of unsuspecting passers-by.