When I arrived in Salzburg, it was half snowing, half raining, and completely foggy. The city was completely packed with Italian and Japanese tourists on tour buses blasting Sound of Music tunes, and I walked around town with the dreariness of someone on her fourth month abroad.
But then at night, a choir of elderly Austrian men came out onto the church steps and began to sing the most sombre, reverent Christmas carols imaginable into a square packed with Christmas market stalls. And suddenly, snow was falling, hot smoke was rising from market stalls selling hot food. And Salzburg took on a different, magical vibe.
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