|15th century buildings around the old town|
|The Goldenes Dachl|
|Tyrolean dancers. Note the thigh being slapped|
|Jenny with two members of the om-pah band|
|Meat and other items|
|The funicular arriving at the station|
|View of mountains from the funicular car|
|Scenery on the way up|
We finally alighted at the top station. The views were unbelievable. They were better for me than for Andy or the camera, because the slight morning haze was cut out by my Polaroid sunglasses. I must get a polarizing filter for my new camera. We walked up and over a little rise and saw other, equally impressive, views down the other side of the mountain.
We then watched a paraglider prepare and then take off, nearly knocking some of the spectators (including Andy) in the process. Andy decided that he really did want to walk up to the very summit of the mountain, so I sat on the terrace, enjoying a cold beer, watching him.
We had been expecting it to be freezing up the top of the mountain, and had filled the backpack with hats, gloves and jackets, but it really wasn't very cold. While I was sitting around waiting for Andy to climb to the summit the lack of activity (and the cold beer) did leave me slightly cool, so I put on my jacket, but there was no need for the rest of the gear. Part way down we stopped for lunch and fantastic views.
|Lunch with a view|
|Decorated chair back|
|If it doesn't move, paint it|
|Decorated Storage boxes|
|A different type of decoration|
|One of the transplanted rooms ...|
|... and another|