In Hallstatt, you live two ways – either with the water lapping at your doorstep, or perched high above in the narrow steep lanes, tacked on to the hillside. Tough decision. Not going to say much about Hallstatt in this post, but just let the pictures do the talking. I loved the tiny details – doorframes, wall reliefs, flowers in a basket, rusty gates, a garden grown wild, chairs at the water’s edge (above). I hope my pictures do justice to a very lovely place but really, its just best to buy an airticket there and see for yourself.
Hallstatt may seem small but this is a bit deceiving. It would take you at least half a day to walk all its alleys and lanes, uphill and lakeside – longer if you stop, take pictures, slow down to just take in the views. Some of the older houses are on the hillside and worth more than a cursory look. Some have doors smaller than the norm. I thought space was very creatively utilised, given the limitations.
There are pretty details everywhere. For example, we saw this strange notation inscribed on most doors with chalk: “20-C+M+B-12″. See below. For the Math-averse me, that kind of equation brought back the old scary days of Math class. But in truth, this has no sinister meaning. It just means “God Bless this house”. The numbers denote the year and C stands for Casper, M for Melchior and B for Balthasar, the three wise men! This is usually done once a year at Epiphany. Nice touch! We may be Catholics but we do not practise this in our part of the world. It might be nice to start.
From one end of Hallstatt…
…to another, we walked. We leave this post with the classic view of Hallstatt found on most postcards. We were glad that for the afternoon, after a bit of a drizzly morning, the sky had cleared enough for us to get a pretty view of Hallstatt.