Salzburg tra-la-la

Salzburg tra-la-la

The 0909 from Ulm to Munich and just beyond Augsburg our first glimpse of the Alps. Trying to work out the economics of the German railway system. This is a standard 2nd class carriage on an ICE train. It’s morning and close to peak time. Yet the train is almost empty and it’s a massive train with spacious comfy seats and an on-board guard. I am travelling with an economist but he’s got his nose in William Burroughs’ The Naked lunch so I’ll need to save that one for later. By the way, he’s finding the book truly weird.

Munich for less than half an hour but get this – there’s a fruit stall opposite platform 6 they provide you with a small sink, running water and paper towels so you can wash your fruit before you buy it! Come on, Austria, let’s see if you can better that!

Train to Salzburg is packed and there are lots of Americans including a couple of women sitting opposite us whose conversation flowed unbroken throughout the 2-hour journey. Jim reckons there’s Mozart madness in Minnesota. It’s clearly a must-go destination for our cousins across the pond on a European tour. Odd place, really, and difficult to see past the crowds of tourists. Massive cream-coloured buildings and a lot of churches plus a dramatic setting with the castle high on the hill above the river and a retailing paradise full of seriously pricey but determinedly bijoux shops. But we found a quiet little corner beside the Collegiate Church where we could sit quietly and himself could sketch while I contemplated stuff.

This reverie was interrupted by the arrival of a man wearing a flowing turquoise scarf who was either completely nuts or eccentric in the extreme and who felt urged to shout as many abuses as possible to everyone and the entire world at the top of his voice. We repaired to a bar closer to our accommodation, found for us by the engaging and supremely able Barbara at the Tourist Information office at the Bahnhof. Over a Tumer pils we nattered about our day – the way one does over a cold beer in a foreign city. A very old lady at the table next to us pronounced ‘Alles gute” on hearing where we came from. Can’t be bad.

Jim has done some terrific sketches and I am always forgetting to add them to my posts. I will try to put that right tonight with a little gem from Metz. If you’ve been following this blog then you’ll be interested to know that this is the station where Agnes works. If there’s no picture there safe to assume I failed!



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