Salzburg, Old Salzburg, on the banks of the Salzach River, is arguably the most dazzlingly pretty city in Northern Europe. In an area that can be traversed by foot in its entirety in a single afternoon, it has sixteen churches eleven on the left bank and five on the right a plethora of concert halls, ecclesiastical residences, princely palaces, venerable cloisters, and fountains, gates and monuments as would dazzle the most jaded eye. It is a Baroque city which flaunts an extravagantly gilded Catholicism, far removed from the murmurings of the private heart. Its rooftops are patina’d domes, its gardens in all seasons thoroughfares of relief and statuary, and its angels, its Madonnas with Infants, its halos and coronas and explosions of flora are so overladen with gold that even in the murkiest sanctuary and crypt it shimmers.
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Derek in front of the panorama of Salzburg
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