As one, the white-gloved waiters raise the silver cloches to reveal our main courses with a flourish, as the handsome, tuxedoed opera singer reaches a thrilling crescendo that could shatter the impressive crystal chandeliers above us. Tauck’s exclusive gala dinner at Vienna’s opulent, neoclassical Palais Pallavicini is all the pomp and ceremony my inner princess could wish for.
I’m aboard the aptly christened MS for 11 nights as we wend our way upriver through four central European countries and back through the centuries of complex history, boasts a handpicked crew of 39 to cosset and inform the cohort of only 130 passengers and will be our home away from home as we embark on a personal journey of enrichment and discovery.
