It doesn’t take a psychoanalyst to figure out why there is no street in Vienna named for Sigmund Freud. The man who gave us penis envy, castration anxiety and the super-ego was ousted from his home by Nazi thugs in 1938, and died as a refugee in London in the following year. Let’s just call it repressed memory …

Vienna’s only tangible tribute to the über-father of psychoanalysis is its small Freud Museum, located in the apartment where Freud lived and maintained his professional practice for over more than four decades. Exhibits include personal papers and photographs, first editions of Freud’s seminal works and some of the apartment’s original furnishings. However, the majority of Freud’s manuscripts, library and furniture—including his famous couch—remain in London.