Salzburg

... and some sybaritism. Not so much the statuary legs, though as with anywhere that's full of baroque, you can never quite tell what they might be about to get up to - as with the cake. That cake was a kind of chocolate and vanilla mousse, with a praline egg (even though it's mid-August, not Easter). Salzburg is full of tourists, and hence a very different place from when I was last here on a freezing cold January 2nd in 1978 or 9 - which seems a scary long time ago. The city is much prettier, though, when one can see that it's surrounded by hills rather than thick grey snowy clouds ...