A magic evening in Austria

Fleeing two bad hotel experiences in Switzerland, we passed into Austria and more or less collapsed in the astonishingly small town of Braz (a beautiful but tiny wide spot on the road between Feldkirch and Innsbruck). There we had a literally enchanted evening at the only hotel in town, Gasthaus Traube.

A nearby town was having a magic festival and several of the magicians came to the hotel to entertain us during dinner. After getting an enthusiastic response from the entire family, one of the magicians announced that we must not be British because we were much too demonstrative (and presumably more gullible as well).