Salzburg was such a pretty town that it deserves a little more exposure. As can be seen above, Salzburg is now a blend of old and modern, i.e., modern museum, castle, and transmitting tower competing for space.
Old and new. I asked Christine what she saw in this picture. She said, "I see a church at the end of the street. Behind it is a lift, narrow streets with quaint shops".
What I saw----
Germany, Austria, and Italy had the best ice cream I ever had eaten called gelato. At every opportunity we would have one to two scoops and one last cone as we were waiting to board the plane for the return trip.
A word of caution when ordering at a restrauant. "Ice" means ice cream to Germans. So when I ordered iced tea, I got really strange looks, and some non-understandable comments prompted me to change my order to water. I tried to trick one waiter and just ordered tea. I was brought some hot water with a tea bag. Ugh. Real Texans don't drink hot tea.
Salzburg is the birthplace of Mozart.
The unique color of Mozart's birthplace provided a good marker to orient oneself in the town. On the other side of the building was the river and main highway; and the other side marked the location of some good restaruants (and high class stores).
All towns consist of people and Sazburg had some interesting individuals.
We spotted this gentleman walking along the street and Christine stopped him and asked if she could pose with him. He said "Ya" so I snapped the picture. Salzburg was having a festival that day so there were a lot of people in traditional dress. Now for all we know, the gentleman may have been from Canton, Ohio but when he said "Ya", that was authenic enough for us.
Cute little girl and her family in costume.
Actually I was taking a picture of the nice green scrub tree at the end of the street when this lady walked in front of me. (We will see if I get this past my editor).
It was really nice to see the gender, age, and range of cyclists everywhere. Note the long row of parked bikes in the background. There were even more bikes in Italy. Maybe so many folks use bikes for everything is because gasoline runs (the equivalent in U.S. value) about $5.60 per gallon.
What better way to end the review of a perfect day than to show the sparkle in the eyes of my bride of 36 years.