From two days ago. I didn't have Internet at the hotel.
After yesterday's blustery, snowy day, we were greeted with blue skies and sun, despite a cold wind.
Our day started at the Mozart cafe with a yoghurt and fruit parfait and a yummy crescent topped off with a frothy cappuccino.
Then we headed to the home of Mozart's humble birthplace. We learned about him and his sole surviving sister (out of seven children), who was also a child musical prodigy. The home was up two flights of stairs and only had one bedroom. His father was always in debt. We saw his wallet as well as other personal belongings, paintings and instruments.
Then it was on to the Dom Platz, the living quarters for the Prince/Archbishops. And boy, was it ever a contrast to Mozart's home. It was huge, was constructed by the best Italian architects and had fancy frescoes and ornate plaster crafting. Their adornments were encrusted with our gold threads and precious jewels. The same with the church service items. One monstrance had 15,000 diamonds on it.
The bishops also collected art. The palace at one time had over 65,000 masterpieces, but most were robbed during the Napoleonic wars. However, some have been donated or purchased back. We saw many on display.
These archbishops played with the wealthy of the area and even had a "pleasure palace," which we will visit tomorrow.
After this tour, we climbed the hill to the fortress palace at the top instead of riding the funicular. We enjoyed the views and popped our heads into a marionette museum.
Then it was time for a bit of a break, so we headed backward down to the river and went in a one-hour cruise. The tour pointed out the sites and wealthy residences along the route. Then our captain turned on some carousel music and turned the boat around and around for a panoramic view.
After our boat adventure, we toured Mozart's home, the one he had with his wife and children. It was quite s bit nicer and bigger than his childhood home. However, despite his popularity and pay, he too died a pauper as he gambled and lived large, needing the high fashion of the day. His wife and her soon-to-be new husband wrote a biography of Mozart and sold his works to get out of debt.
Our final item of the day was a dinner concert at the fortress; this time, the funicular ride was included, so up we enjoyed the ride. What a wonderful dinner with a gorgeous view: veggie strudel with potatoes with orange sauce. We had a vanilla custard with mango sauce and a sweet cream-cheese ball encrusted with nuts and filled with warm melty chocolate for dessert that oozed out when the spoon hit it.
On side note, we observed that everyone is putting locks on the bridges here just like the Chain bridge in Budapest and in France.