“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.” -Pericles
Walking through the streets of Salzburg’s “Altstadt”, one is immediately plunged into an era of splendour. Sophisticated and colorful baroque facades line intricate streets, lane ways and squares of this beautiful city. Majestic spires and cupolas of churches , reminiscent of the medieval and renaissance periods of European history, transform the skyline. Walking down Kapitelgasse, and looking back down this beautiful lane I could not but admire the classical beauty of Salzburg with its exquisite buildings, simplistic yet elegantly designed.
Walking down the main road of Vienna, a dimly lit street caught my attention. The night was cold; the harsh winter had driven the city folk into the warm comfort of their homes. Turning into the cobble stoned street, I was dimly aware of distant conversation. The sound of my footsteps and wisps of breath ascending into the cold winter air. Illuminated by the golden glow of lamps, a worn facade of simplistic beauty caught my attention. There I was, a lone silhouette in the profound silence of the night.