Walking along Helbrunn, I returned to cozy Salzburg. Every evening, after country trips, I wandered around Mirabel Park and the pedestrian streets of the old city, but today I decided to free all afternoon for a walk. Once again I will walk through familiar places, climb the funicular to the Hohensalzburg Fortress, look from there at the old city, go to a couple of museums and, as once, I sit in a cafe overlooking the Alps. I’ll also take a look at the cathedral and catacombs of St. Peter's Abbey. Well, then, stammering for every shop window, I will return to the hotel to gain strength for the next suburban adventure.
So, returning from a trip to Helbrunn, I got off the bus at a stop near the Sacher Hotel, and my feet themselves carried me to its summer terrace. I don’t like the famous Sacher cake, but to drink a cup of melange with a piece of Sacher and a view of Hohensalzburg ... there is something to it! Prices bite, but I decided that I deserved this pleasure with all the tourist exploits of the previous days! ..
I talked with the neighbors on the tables. They brought some incredible dessert, which is served only in Salzburg. The wife tried it and said that it was amazingly delicious, the husband - that rare rubbish. In appearance - it is a souffle, then it tastes like an omelet on cream. This thing is called Knockerln (Salzburg dumplings), and the origin is related either to the mountains surrounding Salzburg, or to the baroque buildings that built up the city in the 17th century, when this dessert was invented ...
Having limited myself to the no less legendary Sacher (then I will write a separate post about him) and having admired the Salzach embankment enough, I finally set off. Fortunately, everything is nearby ...
Started with the cathedral, which was built and consecrated in the XVII century. A beautiful baroque building of impressive size, in which at the same time there can be 10 thousand parishioners (!). Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was baptized in it. Admission is free, which at present is pleasantly surprising.
In front of the cathedral is the square on which the cabmen catch another victim.
Further past the chess and kiosk with pretzels, which I first saw at this place 12 years ago, I reach the abbey of St. Peter. Church (founded in the XII century, reconstructed in the XVII-XVIII centuries). Nearby is the oldest Christian cemetery in Salzburg, where church servants were buried. Catacombs.
I show SalzburgCard, I get a ticket and, having gathered all my strength into a fist, I climb up a steep stone staircase carved into the steep wall of the Mönchsberg rock.
Periodically I photograph magnificent views from the ramparts. Previously, there was no glass in them, but now they have been installed to protect the premises from bad weather.
Another span and I'm on target. Monks detached from the world lived in these caves with chapels and chapels until the abbey was founded. Some left forever, and then their connection with the world was limited to a rope with which they raised water.
Climbing the funicular to Hohensalzburg Fortress was easy and fast (SalzburgCard works like a ticket here).
Here is a panoramic cafe that so struck me and my friend last time. Not the cafe itself, of course, but the amazing view that opened from its terrace.
I occupy the desired table and manage to make an order ... closer to four, for some reason, they began to actively curl up ...
I ordered a Viennese schnitzel, but not quite Viennese, because the chicken ... The waiter, clearly not an Austrian, behaved with everyone kindly condescending ... with an understanding of the "greasy" place he works in ...
After lunch, I walked around the fortress. Looked into the church and the puppet museum.
I took off the duty panorama of Salzburg ... and with a sense of accomplishment I went downstairs.
By this time, near the cathedral, beer was already celebrated with might and main. He played a symphony orchestra. The trumpeter played solo on the tower of the cathedral. Men and some women flaunted in national costumes and we all had a wonderful mood.
On the way to the hotel, I drank green tea in a restaurant near the house where Mozart was born, and then went photographing the bright windows, the sunset over the Salzach River and the fountain of the Mirabell Garden.
Tomorrow is my last night in Salzburg ... Sad ...