The old railway station in Klatovy, tucked away behind Kaufland and stretching towards Luby, evokes a sense of nostalgia every time I visit. This diminutive station, once bustling with activity, now stands in a state of quiet dilapidation, whispering tales of bygone days.
In a tale reminiscent of serendipity, on my journey home, I found myself on a tranquil and almost deserted road. The low-hanging sun cast a warm glow, infusing the scene with a golden hue that stirred a cascade of emotions within. Unable to resist the allure of the moment, I yielded to the impulse to stop and immortalize the fleeting beauty that enveloped the surroundings.
The allure of ruined castles lies in their enigmatic charm, evoking a profound sense of history as you pass by their weathered walls. Cimburk, one such ancient stronghold, stands as a poignant testament to the passage of time. Located amidst the serenity of the forest, reaching its premises requires a deliberate investment of time and effort, setting the stage for a journey into the heart of antiquity.
Embarking on intermittent journeys, I recently extended my travel horizon to reach the captivating Bitov Castle. A two-hour journey, coupled with a tranquil stroll through the forest, paved the way for a rendezvous with this historical gem. However, upon reaching the castle, my lens shifted focus from the stone walls to the enchanting embrace of nature that cradled it.
In the wintry embrace of nature, Boskovice Castle, though designated as such, reveals itself as more than a mere castle; it stands as a poignant relic of a bygone era, akin to the echo of an old tale. The reality is that it exists in a state of picturesque decay, earning the more fitting title of a ruin—a testament to the passage of time and the endurance of its storied history.
Svojanov Castle, enveloped in a tapestry of superlatives, drew me in with tales of its historical grandeur. The journey to reach this castle unfolded through picturesque landscapes, painting a scenic route that heightened my anticipation. However, upon reaching the castle, my expectations encountered a modest reality that left me with a nuanced sentiment.
Indeed, the magic of certain places lies in the uncanny ability to feel both completely new and comfortably familiar at the same time. Trebon, with its charming lanes, tranquil waters, and captivating architecture, bestowed upon me a sense of arriving at a place for the first time and, paradoxically, feeling as if I had lived there for years.
The allure of one's native town lies in the threads of memories woven into its streets and landmarks. For me, Klatovy's Black Tower holds a special place, a timeless structure that echoes with the laughter and adventures of my childhood. A stroll around this historic tower is more than a simple walk; it's a journey back in time, tracing the footprints of a younger version of myself.
Recently I went out for a trip and decided to visit Radun chateau. To be honest I have never heard of it, however, having seen few pictures I drove 160 km to visit it and took few pictures. Unfortunately I was not lucky that day as I forgot spare battery for camera in the power at home. Thus few following pictures were taken with dying battery and no visit of interior was made.
On my second visit to Marianske Lazne this year, I opted for a different experience, immersing myself in the autumnal charm of this renowned spa town. Choosing accommodation in a new part of the city, I found myself residing in the quintessential spa center of Marianske Lazne. My lodgings were in close proximity to the famed colonnade with Ferdinand's Spring and Rudolf's Spring, a hidden gem I had not encountered in my previous visits.