James A. Fitzpatrick sends the Technicolor cameras under the supervision of Hone Glendinning to shoot the southern perimeter of Bavaria. He concentrates on the resorts and the mountains, beginning with Berchesgarden; he never mentions what's-his-name by name, although the allusion is clear.
Other than that, it's small towns with violin museums, the simple faith of the Catholics, and people in native costume dancing. It was the sort of thing that the Traveltalks had been emphasizing for eighteen years by this point. Fitzpatrick doesn't cite any almanac numbers, which is a relief. In fact, he seems downright avuncular in this one, a far cry from the shouty man spewing statistics of the early years.
The print of this movie that plays on Turner Classic Movies is in excellent shape.