"Do not pray for an easy life; pray for the strength to endure a difficult one..."
|(The street buskers)|
|(Colourful flowers in the garden)|
Salzburg, the city of Mozart, is the most enchanting town. Its streets are long and narrow, and its pedestrian walkways are lined with shops resembling a confusing warren of tunnels. A massive fort tops a hill high above the town, and cathedrals are everywhere. Salzburg, or literally "Salt Mountain," became rich off its salty resources. Now it is a tourist haven where pretzels and ice cream are sold at every corner and classical musicians line the streets. Even the pretzels themselves are amazing. Some weigh in at over a kilogram while others are smothered in chocolate or resemble knotted apfelstrudel. Clouds of bees and wasps are attracted to the sweet pretzels.
|(The home of Mozart)|
|(The composer birthplace and home museum)|
I would tear apart this constricting veil
That holds my mind and cleats me to this soil
I would try, and try again, and gladly fail,
And consider it worthy of my toil
If only I could find in me some change,
If only I could find that other me -
If only I could venture down the strange
That is my normal and there set me free...