Berounsko and Příbramsko

One of the more bizarre sights in our neighbourhood is a “pseudo-menhir” that was erected near the village Mořinka on the 31st of December 1999. Likely due to the momentousness of the date (I believe I previously shared my thoughts about nitpickers who make a big deal over the correct demarcation of decades/centuries/millennia, and I simply do not care), the authors allegedly used the occasion to hide messages for future generations under the rock. A few years later, the menhir was joined by a concrete armchair.

Mořinka is en route to the Chateau Mníšek pod Brdy, which we visited just last year, so we did not stay very long. Instead, we continued to the chateau Dobříš. To our surprise, the French formal garden has yet to open sometime in June, so there was very little for us to do except to take pictures with a statue of a very sleepy-looking Austrian grenadier.

My personal highlight of the escapade was when we made a short stop in the village Neumětely, a tiny municipality whose main claim to fame is a footnote in a Czech legend. Besides a monument commemorating the mythical event, the village boasts a remarkable wooden belltower, which I believe belongs to the nearby Church of Saints Peter and Paul.

The cement armchair
A field of rapeseed
The Mořinka Menhir
The Mořinka Menhir again
A lion outside Mníšek pod Brdy Chateau
Laburnum
Mníšek pod Brdy Chateau
Church of Saint Wenceslas in Mníšek pod Brdy
The same
A door at the chateau
A coat of arms
Dobříš Chateau
The same
An Austrian grenadier
A fish statue (or fountain?)
A very ornate street lamp outside Dobříš chateau
"Šemík's Grave" in Neumětely
Wooden bell tower in Neumětely
The same

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