Strakonice, a castle above the river Otava.

 
The Pilsen express train stops at the Strakonice railway station and our train journey is over. The station hasn't changed much in the years I've been coming here, it's still kind of dirty, and even the first steps through the city aren't much. The park, which is far from its name, ends at a dug-up street. That street somehow didn't work out either, and the monument to FL Čelakovský doesn't fit here at all. And we are so happy that…