Adam, Grayson, and I ventured out on our own this morning to tour downtown Salzburg. It's a beautiful, quaint little town and happens to be the birthplace of Mozart. Below is the house where he was born, which is now along a street filled with shops and restaurants.
With a beautiful afternoon we played paddle ball in the yard at our apartment while the little boys chased each other around with sticks. Don't be fooled. I know these two places are the same color, but we didn't think Mozart would appreciate us playing in his yard.
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