Legend has it that her great, great, grandfather had been a protege and performed the violin in this very palace...
...long before he left for America and even before he met and fell in love with a beautiful, fiery artist—a woman not content to behave as it had been outlined for her by her father (a tough U.S. Marshall). A strict, disciplinarian who was not keen on his misbehaving daughter running around with a "mad violinist" from Austria.
Eventually, and as it tends to happen in these things, the Marshall got wind that the two had plans to marry. To make his point of just how strongly he disapproved, the Marshall had the love struck violinist thrown in jail and left strict orders that his daughter was not to visit the violinist without a chaperone.
Upon hearing the news, the Marshall's (broken) daughter went to the jail to say goodbye. Even letting her father know that she would be escorted by the local minister so that he needn't worry.
When the guard saw who was accompanying her, he thought nothing of letting her stand outside the prisoner's cell—even leaving the three of them alone to visit.
Which is exactly when she had the minister marry them! Hahaha!
I like that about her. ;)
As I sat in the audience (listening to the orchestra) I could see my great, great, grandparent's story unfold—playing out right in front of me and it was...magical.
My grandfather experienced much, suffered much and loved much through his music and as I left the performance (with a smile on my face and the sounds of violins in my heart) I couldn't help but hope that, somehow, they knew I had been there and that having heard the violins playing in the palace meant that I would always be able to hear them playing and that I would be holding them both a little closer.
The end. :)
Shot with my trusty (albeit a bit overwhelmed) iPhone.