Every tourist destination has its clichés, and usually one dominates all others: London has Big Ben, Paris is the Eiffel Tower, and who could imagine New York without the Statue of Liberty?
Salzburg has two. As soon as you get off the train at the Hauptbahnhof, you are bombarded with two images that stay with you throughout your visit: The Sound of Music and Mozart. Sort of When Maria met Wolfgang.
I really liked the film about the Von Trapp family and their multi-talented governess, and I have never fallen asleep at a Mozart opera. But I started to get irritated when my subconscious singing switched constantly from "The hills are alive with the sound of music..." to "Doe, a deer, a female deer..." and on to the overture of The Marriage of Figaro, with occasional snatches of Eine kleine Nachtmusik.
Relief came only with the train out of town, back to Munich and its large repertoire of clichés.
Thankfully I don't know any songs about beer, sausages and sauerkraut.
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