A nice flight over; we’re staying well out of town but a punctual bus service will keep us happy. The streets of this 100,000-odd people town are quiet, lined with brightly painted houses with Lego-style shutters and punctuated with a tram system that will take Dublin another 15 years to realise. The river front (“Innsbruck” == “river bridge”) is pretty and the medieval streets are beautiful, full of towers and fountains and other things whose significance I don’t understand.
Everything is shut by 5pm except restaurants and a few bars; after some schnitzel (their version of a batter burger?), it’s off to bed.