Nuremberg
Our guide is an Aussie living here. She says, “We are a small group and I prefer to talk to you face to face. I will not use a mike and earphones.
She then takes us on a beautiful walk through a wooded forest.
Back on the bus she tells us about the local beer, the local sausage and the local cake. All unique to the town. She gives us copious information about the local sausage and then drops us at the local market. The first stall is selling “the sausage “and has a long queue of tourists. It tastes nice.
A crowd is gathering. A lady says to me, “My daughter can’t see the clock. Can you please move?”
The clock strikes 12 and then disgorges tiny animals. Multiple cameras capture the moment.
The bus makes a fuel stop. I decide to photograph a long line of buses. A man winds down a window, gesticulates and shouts. I approach him and he says, “Are you Jewish?”
I say, “No.”
He says, “0kay go ahead.”
I walk away thinking nobody will believe that and what was he thinking.
Wurzburg
The guide shows us the local cathedral. A real live service is occurring. Us tourists stand at the back behind a roped off area. We are not allowed to take photos or wear hats. In front of us the priest preaches to his congregation.
Salzburg
The guide’s enamour is divided.
He says, “This is where Mozart was born. This is the house he lived in for 8 years. This is where his parents were married.”
His name or music is included in almost the name of every cafe in town except there is another famous name.
The guide says, “This is where the scene at the fountain was filmed. This is the lane where... This house was used in the film.”
“Not the house the Von Trapps lived in. That was too small. You will see that unlike in the film there is no lake behind the house.”
“Those scenes were filmed at a lake over there and edited in.”
“And that’s the Monastery where the real Maria trained.”
The guide’s job is to meet tourists. Anything used in the making of “The Sound of Music” is a sacred sight worthy of showing such pilgrims. He ignores the bit where the Von Trapps find true happiness by leaving Austria.
We travel from Salzburg in a train. Opera singers suddenly appear in our carriage and sing Mozart. Stunning. Later they reappear singing the “The sounds of Austria. The songs that celebrate Austria.”
Edelweiss, Doh Ray Me and others are sung with pride and joy. Their enthusiasm and the songs create a magic moment.
Durnstein
Walk down a country lane. Two local teenagers pass us carrying a music machine emitting loud music. I know that song. It’s “Highway to Hell” by ACDC. We all bopped together.
Our guide is an Aussie living here. She says, “We are a small group and I prefer to talk to you face to face. I will not use a mike and earphones.
She then takes us on a beautiful walk through a wooded forest.
Back on the bus she tells us about the local beer, the local sausage and the local cake. All unique to the town. She gives us copious information about the local sausage and then drops us at the local market. The first stall is selling “the sausage “and has a long queue of tourists. It tastes nice.
A crowd is gathering. A lady says to me, “My daughter can’t see the clock. Can you please move?”
The clock strikes 12 and then disgorges tiny animals. Multiple cameras capture the moment.
The bus makes a fuel stop. I decide to photograph a long line of buses. A man winds down a window, gesticulates and shouts. I approach him and he says, “Are you Jewish?”
I say, “No.”
He says, “0kay go ahead.”
I walk away thinking nobody will believe that and what was he thinking.
Wurzburg
The guide shows us the local cathedral. A real live service is occurring. Us tourists stand at the back behind a roped off area. We are not allowed to take photos or wear hats. In front of us the priest preaches to his congregation.
Salzburg
The guide’s enamour is divided.
He says, “This is where Mozart was born. This is the house he lived in for 8 years. This is where his parents were married.”
His name or music is included in almost the name of every cafe in town except there is another famous name.
The guide says, “This is where the scene at the fountain was filmed. This is the lane where... This house was used in the film.”
“Not the house the Von Trapps lived in. That was too small. You will see that unlike in the film there is no lake behind the house.”
“Those scenes were filmed at a lake over there and edited in.”
“And that’s the Monastery where the real Maria trained.”
The guide’s job is to meet tourists. Anything used in the making of “The Sound of Music” is a sacred sight worthy of showing such pilgrims. He ignores the bit where the Von Trapps find true happiness by leaving Austria.
We travel from Salzburg in a train. Opera singers suddenly appear in our carriage and sing Mozart. Stunning. Later they reappear singing the “The sounds of Austria. The songs that celebrate Austria.”
Edelweiss, Doh Ray Me and others are sung with pride and joy. Their enthusiasm and the songs create a magic moment.
Durnstein
Walk down a country lane. Two local teenagers pass us carrying a music machine emitting loud music. I know that song. It’s “Highway to Hell” by ACDC. We all bopped together.
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