Leaving Cesky Krumlov
Trip Start Sep 11, 2005
51Trip End Dec 13, 2005
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The castle is not set apart from the city, but intermingles with it. This caught my attention because usually the castle is set apart, standing guard or at least standing proud. Instead this castle allows people to walk through its many arches as they venture off in various directions. The moats have been turned into homes for some bears. I am not sure if they were meant to warn off intruders, they looked pretty sleepy and cute
The castle here is different because the outside of it is painted with a fašade that appears to be stonework, but it really is not. Instead of holding the feeling of power and might, the outside seems as bit rundown. The town has experienced a great deal of history and impact during WW2, communism has also played a part in the ambiance. This is mostly noticed as you venture through the outer town and enter the castle area. Once you get past it, and begin to wander the streets you can see why so many people enjoy this place.
It was neat to stand in the square and think that Hitler once stood here, claiming his powerful and corrupt ideas. I looked at the castle and town and imagined all the changes it had been through. I often wish walls could tell stories. I am sure they would be much more intriguing than a tour guide. Sometimes it's fun to have no tour at all and roam through various places creating your own ideas of the way things might have been. I am sure I am often very far off, but who cares. I am seeing a new world, at least to me, and enjoying the experience immensely.
Cesky Krumlov is a hard town to describe. It is a mixture of city and quaint town, shops and history. At times it can be overwhelmed with groups of people trying to take it all in. My favorite moments were wandering through the narrow paths in the evening. It felt as if the town were asleep. Then we would step inside a little door and ask if we could get some food. They would point to the back where we would find that the town really was alive. We could have great food for almost nothing and enjoy the ambiance which surrounded us. The fire would be crackling in the background, cooking the food and scenting the air. The piano player would make the room come alive and we could stop, take a deep breath, and thank God for all that we were experiencing.