Three hours in Salzburg, birthplace of Mozart and delicious mozartkugel. Not too much time, but enough to wander the streets, the cemetery, the palaces, the squares. All charming, colorful, and a bit wet on this particular Sunday afternoon.
It was a three hour drive to the city from where we were staying in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany, and we didn’t need to be at the airport in Nuremberg until evening, so we decided to make the (albeit short) trip. I’m very glad that we did.
It’s a beautiful, quaint city.