In Tyrolean Innsbruck, which by the center of the Austrian mountain skiing, we visited in the summer. The only thing that we had a chance to hear about winter dizzying fun, was the ever launcher that frightened by tourists stuck on the funicular.
And although the snow-covered peaks of the picturesque mountains and exciting descents passed by us, Innsbruck made a pleasant impression. No, not popular among tourists with the crystal world of Swarovski, shining painting of expensive glass - in the museum's bunches was quite boring. We were struck by pure streets of a beautiful medieval town, green surroundings and colorful temples. We, repeating the way of the inhabitants of the Dark Time, loved on the deceptive "Golden Roof" - the gilded visor of the imperial house made from copper. Holding the Spirit, we crossed the threshold of a quiet abode of Hofkirhe, where the empty coffin of the Maximillian ruler is hiding and there are 28 bronze members of His Black Guard. Overcoming countless steps, we scored at the peak of the city tower, and the breathtaking panorama of beautiful Tyrol became a reward for the exhaustive way. I did not fail in the depths of St. Jacob's Cathedral, decorated with Baroque architectural rules. And with what pleasure we assigned the famous Tyrolean frying pan - fried potatoes with egg, greens, meat and sausages!
In Innsbruck, we will return even at least once: in the student winter time, enveloping the mountain with white web and filling urban areas with the aroma of Mulled wine.