When Ingrid and I hopped of the Hop On Hop Off bus back in Salzburg, we had a few hours to kill before our marionette performance. We stumbled upon a very good Indian restaurant. I ordered my go-to favorite that I boringly get every time I go to an Indian restaurant, palak paneer. But you know what? I really like palak paneer, and I don’t go to Indian restaurants that often, so sue me.
We walked around the big garden called the Mirabell. A statue depicting the rape of Persephone attracted my eye because I had seen another one like it in Rome last fall. Then I did a 180 degree turn and it appeared that all the statues depicted a rape scene. It wasn’t my imagination: “In the heart of the garden, you will see a large fountain, with four statue groups around it: rape of Helena, Aeneas and Anchises, and finally Hercules and Antaeus. These statues were made by Ottavio Mosto in 1690.” That was pretty unclear, but the point is, someone thought it was a great idea to design a garden full of statues about rape. Yuck.
On a lighter note, there were also statues of my favorite animal:
Then we were off to the marionette theatre, where we spent some time in the lobby looking at the exhibits and reading the history of the place. My favorite past performance was hands down The Little Prince. I don’t know what the one with the geese was, and there were many more involving princes and princesses, fairies and witches, and animals both real and imaginary.
When our concierge booked the tickets for us, she said they were great seats. We were in the second section in back, which made me question her judgement. How would we be able to follow what was going on? The marionettes were only about three feet tall.
As soon as the curtain rose and the show began, we realized it was ideal to be a little further back. The marionettes’ mouths don’t actually move, so being just far enough back to not be distracted by that helps to suspend reality.
It was a performance of Mozart’s Magic Flute, and I have to say it was magical. The sets, the costumes, the music—it was all spectacular. Subtitles were projected on the walls on either side in German, English, Spanish, French, and Chinese. But you could have enjoyed it just as much without them, since the plot was a typical opera involving unrequited love, a quest, and comical misunderstandings. All operas either end with everyone dying or everyone living happily ever after, and thankfully this was the latter.
Rooms, camera? No thanks, I like my hotel rooms without cameras.
We came across a building we could see from our hotel room window and which I had wondered about.
“What is it?” I asked Ingrid. “At first I had thought it was an Indian waffle house.”
“Waffen means force, like luftwaffen” Ingrid replied. Luftwaffen, the World War II German airforce. “But I don’t know what Sodia means.”
“Ah, the third name, to the right in red, is a store with a location near my house,” I observed. “I don’t know how to pronounce it, and they wanted $250 for a pair of hiking pants so I’ll never step foot in one again so it doesn’t matter.”
“Let’s go find out what it is,” Ingrid said in a hushed voice.
We rounded the corner of the building and realized it was a gun store.
“Do you want to go inside?” Ingrid asked.
In real time, I am running off to meet my friend Heidi at Wimbledon. I was going to work all day so I said no at first, then thought, “What am I thinking!? When will I ever get a chance to go to Wimbledon again?”
I can always work tomorrow.