A short walk to our lodgings in Innsbruck. The Goldene Krone sits at the crossroads and is easily located, being opposite the ancient archway that was the gateway to the city.
We walked into town and were distracted by the sound of traditional Austrian military music and short, sharp, precise commands being given in some unintelligable language. "What is Adel doing here?", I thought to myself. Which made the use of quotation marks redundant.
We continued on and eventually got to the bridge (bruck) on the River Inn. Snap, snap, snap.
Found a quiet Italian restaurant that was recommended by the two Aussies eating there. We ate beautiful ravioli in butter sauce; which gets a healthy heart tick. Tony ordered speck which we also ate. And then our mains were trucked out and we knew that dessert was not going to happen. A mixed grill (grillteller), sliced chook on a queen size bed of salad, the best tasting goulash sauce with some beef thrown in with a couple of tennis ball sized dumplings, and I had a small serve of bangers, cabbage and potatoes. Unfortunately, Bambi was not on the menu that night or we would have eaten him, as well.
We will all definitely being eating less once we reach Venice. Otherwise it will sink.
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