In the restaurant we were stopped by youngster who asked as in German if we know by chance know the exchange rate Czech crown against the euro. On the square in Domažlice spoke German and naturally as if Hitler had won the war and finally took the whole Czech territory.
The thermometer shows the six degrees and the air smells of spring. The soles are glued by ubiquitous mud. But mud associated with the end of winter, people take much better than the mud as a symbol of autumn.
Libochovice prove the rule of uniqueness and charm of towns and villages on the river Ohře. At first glance, a bit messy, but when one looks just a little bit more around, definitely there is something to admire - picturesque corners, centuries old messages on the facades, the local parish, romantic Ohře or directness of local people.