Beroun

The nice weather was reason enough to make a trip to the city centre and see some of its sights. We crossed the river and entered Hus Square through the Prague Gate, which dates back to the thirteenth century and used to house a prison. On the upper west end of the square, we saw the Pilsen Gate, which is somewhat younger than the Prague Gate and has been reconstructed in a markedly different style. We saw some coypu on the way back.

A willow
A pine
A bizarre but unsurprising sight
The riverside park
A mural depicting the historical buildings of the city centre
The same mural
Prague Gate
The same
Beroun's City Hall
Beroun's City Hall behind the statue of Jan Hus
More of the same
Pilsen Gate
Prague Gate as seen through Pilsen Gate
The other side of the Pilsen Gate
The "skyline" of the old city
Pilsen Gate again
Pilsen Gate yet again
Ibid.
The Church of Saint Jacob
Art Deco-esque windows at a local hotel
The crucifix outside the Church of Saint Jacob
Sgraffiti on the front wall of one of the older houses 
Another sgraffito
Another view of the Beroun City Hall
Coypu
More coypu
Swimming coypu
An interesting tree

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