A walk through Rýmařov

 
At the early morning view from our window, the classic would probably declare. "And he wants and he wants and he wants!"
 
 
I'm not a well-read classic, I grunted something much more peppery, because my wife and I were just leaving home and heading in that autumn slot with our luggage to the train to take us to the places where we will spend our week's vacation - to Rýmařov. It was dry on the train, which, looking at the…