Mozart, McDonalds and Music

When in Salzburg do as the Salzburgians do – so today we went in search of Mozart.

Having seen where he was born and, later, where he was bought up, we hurried past the McDonalds where he once ate. Never mind the fact that it was there that he reputedly wrote Eine Kleine McNachtmusik for today we were after more than a Mozart Megameal or a Wolfgang Waffle. And given yesterday’s gastronomic disaster, not even a Amadeus Apfelkuchen was likely to tempt us.

Eventually though we were successful in our quest and we were privileged to enjoy a wonderful concert of Mozarts’s music in the Marble Hall of the Mirabell Palace. However, despite his regularly performing there, the night we attended we were disappointed to discover that it wasn’t Mozart himself who was playing but a rather impressive tribute band instead, one that was, however, wonderfully adept at capturing the sound of Mozart’s original recordings.

Mind you, I thought the band would have come up with a sassier name for themselves than Ensemble 1833 – something like ‘Recce-M’ perhaps!

The photograph above is of what purports to be the smallest McDonalds sign in the world. It hangs outside the restaurant which is conveniently located just a couple of crotchets away from where Mozart was born.

Which must have proved handy when the musical maestro’s mother and father needed to find something for tea presto!

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Related autobiographical blogs, some more tongue in cheek than others:

To read ‘Holiday Dining’, click here

To read ‘Sharing the important things – on introducing your grandchild to cricket’, click here

To read ‘The green green leaves of home’, click here

To read ‘Two of a Kind’, click here

To read ‘Two photos both alike in dignity’, click here

To read ‘We went to the animal fair, the diary of novice grandparents’, click here

To read ‘A cricket tea kind of day’, click here

To read ‘Poor Imitations’, click here

To read ‘Three times a patient’, click here

To read ‘The Life I Lead’, click here