It was our first morning in the Tyrolean village of Alpbach and we soon realised that something was amiss when all the shops were closed and not even a loaf could be bought. A bit annoying as we were in self catering accommodation with not a drop of milk nor a crumb to chew on.
There was suitable recompense as we soon discovered. It wasn’t even 10 am and the local inn was heaving with lederhosen clad men drinking beer. The throats were being lubricated ready for the blowing of horns and the beating of drums. We had woken up on the morning of a public holiday, a religious festival.
It was great to see the locals donning their traditional finest and not for some publicity stunt but the coming together of a community, old young and everything in between were represented.
What was particularly nice was that this was not contrived for the tourist, the season had yet to begin and here were families, neighbours all getting together in their traditional attire. It was a privilege to just be present, sitting on the steps of the church.
I hope you all enjoyed this quick journey into a traditional Tyrolean village.