We had expected to find either Schubert's house as it was when he lived here for 4+ years, or at least a reproduction, but found neither. There were a few articles of his, but perhaps the most interesting "exhibit" was a couple of desks one could sit at and listen to various pieces composed by Schubert. Unfortunately, one of them didn't work, and the crowd of noisy and mostly dis-interested school kids passing through didn't help matters. For died-in-the-wool Schubert buffs, this place is a must-see; for others, well, you've been forewarned.
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