Rain, Snow and Eggs in Salzburg

Sunday 27 January 2002. It's our first day of awakening in Austria and our first glimpse in full - or as full as it gets at this time of year - daylight of the village or town where we are staying.

This is Mariastein. Whether town or village it is the smallest municipality or self-governing area in the district of Kufstein, in the Tyrol, in Austria, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Earth (otherwise known as Terra, third rock from the sun), Sol, Milky Way. The 14th century castle is the focal point of the [whatever], standing 42 metres on top of a rocky outcrop and containing 250 stairs that lead up to a chapel. In the following century Mariastein became a place of pilgrimage (I haven't found a reason for this yet) but after a local statue of the Virgin Mary was moved to somewhere in Bavaria in the late 17th century, Mariastein's reputation as a pilgrimage destination was enhanced all the more by the statue deciding to return all on its own. If you decide to self-drive whilst in Austria, just keep an eye out, okay?

Fran, Jock and George are in front of the hotel or Gasthof (literally guest house) as we set off for a day in Salzburg.

Oh dear... by the time we get there, it's raining in Salzburg. We give the guided walking tour a miss after having done it previously. Also the first thing the guide does as the coach gets into the bus station is to walk into and nearly fall over a bollard which doesn't fill us with confidence! Admittedly I did the same once, but that was in Amsterdam's red light district so I feel somewhat justified as there were other distracting elements in that instance...

This is the birthplace of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Born in 1756, he composed over 800 musical pieces covering just about every type or genre of music that was going at the time. (i.e. no rock and roll or drum and bass...) He was proficient on both keyboards (piano, harpsichord and clavier rather than Yamaha or Korg) and violin by the age of five at which age he composed his first pieces and performed before European Royalty. He is justly described as a genius (as opposed to nowadays when you only need to release a few expletive-ridden tracks and be arrested), yet he died aged only 35 in 1791.

Fran wants to buy some of the blown and painted eggs that we saw on our last visit. In fact she's been kicking herself for 18 months that she didn't buy any then!

Admittedly, this shop is somewhat amazing. The shop is well laid out with thousands of painted eggs and it just makes you want to shell out...

Fran bought some eggs. They came in a specially made presentation box...

We found a small cafe for lunch. We were somewhat wet and the place had very high tables with bar stools but did an excellent sandwich and coffee. We had a look inside the cathedral and then came though an archway into this courtyard. At the far end are two streets, one through another arch. We'll look at that below. The one left leads up a steep climb to the castle.

We didn't make it all the way up to the castle, but came far enough for a rooftop photograph before making our way back down to the courtyard and through the other archway.

The other street leads to a familiar scene from The Sound of Music. I'm not entirely sure whether it is the same or just a look-a-like cemetery where Ralf did the dirty on the Von Trapps. This did not happen in real life! In real life the Germans merely paid attention to the background music which told them whether they were close or not...

We had time for another wander round the streets and to get even more wet. Then a quick look at the river before heading back for the coach. By which time we were just a little thankful that we could get back in the dry and warmth. The drivers were curious about the bag Fran was carrying so carefully. "Aigs???" said Jock incredulously. "Wotcha gowan tae do wi' them?" demanded George as we got back on the coach. "Aye - they'll be scrambled!" chortled Jock, "Did ye no' buy any bacon?"

With rain pouring down the windows we drove past another location from The Sound of Music. Julie Andrews and the children fall out of their boat into the moat of this house. To be honest, we were as wet as they were...

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