A walk through Boskovice and a tour of the castle

   We wake up to a beautiful morning. All sleepy, I accept a cup of black mocha from my wife and go out to the balcony to traditionally start the day with another nail in my chest. My flocks have the Start mark... Something is missing from the view from the balcony. Only after the first sip of coffee, which lubricates and re-spins the sluggish brain gears with sleep, do I realize that I don't see Zlin anywhere...