From Domažlice to Týn

                Domažlice, Týn
     In the ninth grade, I got off at the train station in Domažlice with a great teacher and five other tramps. This time I did it myself. There was no time for anything other than the castles and chateaux of the area. Admittedly, the fun took a back seat. Back then, years ago, she had a pile. I remember it fondly. I have those people stored in a special place. They were great.
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