The train to Salzburg goes through a wide flat plain with small villages, farms and ranches. The Alps seem to jump out of the ground quite suddenly, although in reality we were climbing the entire ride. We had lunch on the train because we would not have much time in Mozart’s home town.

Now that the trains are electric and not polluting along the tracks, the German people use the thin slice of land adjacent to the tracks for small gardens. Some that we noticed were next to tall apartment complexes, so we wondered if people in the apartments used the space for vegetables and flowers. We saw rows of corn as well.

Brian left his Panama Hat on a train our second day here (the day we were so mixed up), so he bought a German looking one in Salzburg.

Many horse drawn carriages were in use in Salzburg!

We went over a pedestrian bridge with “locks of love” all along it. The first time we saw this feature was in the Northeastern US (also where Brian bought the Panama hat). A store in the town specialized in engraving locks for young lovers to place on the bridge.

Salzburg is an incredibly Catholic place, with a lot of churches. I thought of my mom a lot.

This one, surprisingly, had no stained glass windows, but utilized natural light and astonishing art to create beauty.

Wall dwellings in the sandstone are where monks lived. Strange.

A cemetery is in the middle of three different churches.

• Europe 2018