There is fog in Paradise

As clear and sunny the day was when I first arrive here in Innsbruck 4 days ago, it is as hazy and rainy on the day that I'm set to leave. I guess it puts a nice end to my stay here in the city known as the capital of the Alps. Even on a quite miserable morning, the view is still spectacular as I watch fog set on the Alps. But now it's time to finish packing the last remaining bits and go for a ride. I'll find any excuse to get behind a wheel of my new car, but in cities it's quite useless, so I keep it stowed away in the garage. That did not prove completely safe as the car suffered a few scratches from someone parked next to me, but as was pointed out to me - "Scratches on cars is like scars on men". I like that line and so I'm sticking with it. As I finish my last cup of coffee, I'm looking forward to my short, but hopefully memorable stay in Salzburg. Maybe the aura of the birthplace of Mozart will somehow make me more musically inclined. I can dream, right?