“Did she really see the devil?” a nervous whisper cuts through the air. Right here, on this corner where the bustling Mariahilfer Hauptstraße meets the quiet Feldgasse, stands the Marienbild. It’s not just a pretty picture, it’s a shield, a silent guardian against the darkness that once gripped this very spot. Legend has it that a fiacre driver’s daughter, yearning to see the devil’s midnight ride, leaned out her window a little too eagerly. A ghostly slap, a chilling scream, and the young woman was found dead, a dark handprint burned onto her cheek. Fear choked the neighborhood. The window, they say, was bricked up, replaced with the image of Mary for protection. The Marienbild stands as a testament to those turbulent times, a beacon of peace in a place once touched by fear. Look closely, can you still feel a shiver run down your spine? Or is it just the Vienna air?
Центральный дом работников искусств
Step through the grand wooden doors of the Central House of the Workers of Art, and you’ll be transported to