I’m an American. We count things as “old” when they’ve been around for 200 years, and “really old” when they existed when our country was just a conglomeration of colonies.
In Vienna, I am surrounded by things that are “really old”, or even, my new classification of “really, really old” which pretty much accounts for stuff old enough to not quite make sense to my brain. (Like, for example, the building I live in, which has been around since at least the 16th century.)
There are also plenty of new things in Vienna, like the Starbucks that just went in on the next block, about 1 minute from my front door. I’m excited about it, and I stopped in yesterday to check it out. On my way home, I noticed a sign outside of the restaurant next door, pointed directly at the new Starbucks:
And I had to laugh. Yep — really, really old.