The central city of Salzburg is exquisite. There are fine old buildings, beautiful platzes, ornate churches and awe inspiring vistas. You've seen the pictures. You know.
But it is Festspiele. It is 10:30AM on Saturday. One might expect the crowd to look a little rough for the wear. One might think that the haute couture of Friday night would be wine-stained and wrinkled. One would be wrongo-dongo!
At 11AM, the curtain rises on that world famous opera that I have never heard of before. There are more tuxes and gowns and pearls and diamond-studded-cufflinks sucking down Taittinger than Carter has pills.
Or course, not everyone is dressed to the nines and eagerly anticipating the opening act. There are a handful of woe-be-gone people in shorts and sandals and tees. Not to be worried, Salzburg welcomes all. In a show of egalitarianism, the city created ‘Schmuckpassages!
(Note: some have corporate sponsors!)
These passages allow the humble masses to make their way through town without actually rubbing elbows with high society!
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