Feeling blessed

So on our way home, we decided to do so via Mariazell, a pilgrimage-place and one of the many pilgrimage-places en-route to Santiago de Compostella. I personally wouldn't have minded walking the fifty something kilometers in terms of a pilgrimage, but I was with lazier people and it was pretty cold. So we went there in our heated, chic BMW. What a hilly road that was, I cannot tell you... we passed through the strangest places... like Wastl am Wald that was located on Top of a Mountain and had nothing but a Skilift and a Bikersrestaurant. Tried to take pictures, but my aunt is a swift driver so it all went blurry.
Mariazell itself was so pretty. We went into the church as well, were the mass was being held in hungarian... apparently the place is a favourite pilgrimage destination in Hungary.
Then we went to buy some touristy gifts for our beloved at home and to drink some hot chocolate in a (apparently famous) cafe. They had an exhibition of extremely cute gingerbread-houses upstairs and also a very stylish bathroom. ^^
The rest of the town, of course, is also extremely pretty and like something out of a childrens book.
When we went back to the car, we were held up by a marching-band and a congregation of binmen and women. Apparently the binmen and women of a whole town had come together to pilgrim here and had also rented a marching band. It was quite a sight, because they all had their workgear, those bright-orange-jackets on, which was a patch of colour in the otherwise greyish weather.
More photos will follow when I get hold of my aunt and her laptop ^^