Salzburg … It brings to mind cliff top castles and mountains (I can’t believe I cycled past Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest without knowing it) and for the more educated (ie. not me) the Sound of Music and Mozart (I’m not sure exactly what about Mozart, but there’s so many Mozart things here he must have some association).
But for me, Salzburg meant something else, something special …
… it meant a chance to do my first load of washing in 20 days.
And for that alone, I decry my love of Salzburg (If I could, to some yodelling or perhaps one of Mozarts pieces, but failing that I’ll settle for that sweet soft quiet of a Miele washing machine at work).