Can there be too much Mozart?

"Please," said the woman. "You have to buy my CD. Only 10 Euros. You will like it. It's country music. I want to get out of this stupid place and study in Nashville."

In the crowded street, merchants were hawking Mozart bauble heads, waitresses were wearing dirndls, and kids were playing excerpts from Eine Kleine Nacht music on violins and accordians.

"Boring!" said the woman. "I was born here. It never changes." Notwithstanding its beauty and culture, Salzburg is a tourist trap. People are so busy selling you stuff that there is no time for authentic conversation. We bought a CD and took the woman to dinner where she showed us some songs she had written.