Spittelberg is the quarter Vienna decided not to demolish. Turn in from Burggasse and the traffic noise drops within a few steps: cars are kept out, so you walk down the middle of a cobbled lane between two-storey fronts painted yellow, green and pink. Above many doors sits the house's old name from the years before houses had numbers. Almost every ground floor is a restaurant, a bar or a small shop, and the lanes are the whole visit.
At the end of the 1960s this grid of low houses stood derelict and marked for clearance. It had been a quarter of brothels and rowdy inns since the 1700s, built so tight that hardly a house had a yard. Architects and artists objected, then the tenants joined them, arguing that repairing the houses must not mean pushing them out. The city gave way and repaired them instead. The tenants the campaign fought for have largely gone, and the quarter they saved is now an expensive address.