Salzburg
Mountains. Quiet. Cold.
A city with a distinctive provincial atmosphere.
In a measured rhythm, you can always allow yourself to devote time to details, and in them, as you know, lies the truth.
In a measured rhythm, you can always allow yourself to devote time to details, and in them, as you know, lies the truth.
The streets of Salzburg are similar to the arteries in the human body.
The primary image of the city as a cold shell is wrong. Inside the old quarters life does not stop.
The primary image of the city as a cold shell is wrong. Inside the old quarters life does not stop.
The streets are warm.
I write about it not only figuratively, the walls of the houses not only give a feeling of comfort and tranquility, but also protect you from the wind from the mountain ranges.
And in case of bad weather you can always “dive” into one of dozens of city coffee houses and bakeries where you are ready to be met as an old friend.
And in case of bad weather you can always “dive” into one of dozens of city coffee houses and bakeries where you are ready to be met as an old friend.
Only 4 hours stayed in the city.
But for a long time I will remember its atmosphere.
If I want to find peace and solitude, I know where I need to go.
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