Coffee stop near Zeller See. Old horse and barn. Could see cattle through the windows, feeding on green hay. Ann played the harp. Hotel Wurzer, Filzmoos i/Pongau.
NOTE: I didn't want to leave Filzmoos. Everything about it seemed magical--deep featherbeds, the hollow clinking sound of the cow bells, opening the shutters in the morning to watch the sun come up over the mountains, kind & friendly people and a quieter pace & serenity I had yet to experience on this particular trip. Tomorrow, Innsbruck.