Last night I dreamed of music. An endless stream of unheard tunes played constantly in my head while I slept. I didn't realize how much I missed the sound of familiar songs.
It's a drizzly, damp day, but a little misty rain won't stop me from exploring Vienna on my last day here, especially with a loaned umbrella. After a long, leisurely and filling breakfast, I go to visit an artist exhibition of optical illusions before departing for the train station. I almost made it to the station before I realize I still have Uwe's umbrella. I walk back to Uwe's apartment and push it through the mailbox slot and brave the drizzle on the way back to catch my train.
Salzburg is a very small place. I think I saw most of it by night on my way to the hostel and the rest of it searching for a night club or just somewhere to listen to music. The place I find is a small bar, where I can stand while I sample the local beer. I don't recognize any of the music, but it's not terrible to listen to either. Still, it's not quite the fix I was hoping for.
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"Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without."
~Confucius
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