Rakovník

At my sister’s request (one could also call it incessant badgering), we made a short impromptu trip to the castle Krakovec in Rakovník District. The castle is more of a ruin and is not remarkable for much besides starring in a couple of films and being one of the last places where Jan Hus preached before his fateful departure for Konstanz.

We took the opportunity to also visit the town Rakovník, the seat of the district and a pretty town with impressive churches and towers. It is commonly (and most likely erroneously) said that Rakovník is named after crayfish, the consumption of which allegedly saved the town from famine. In later history, Rakovník was a town that was somehow always able to align itself with the victorious side of various conflicts, be it the Catholic-Utraquist Alliance during the Hussite Wars or the Habsburgs during their accession to the Bohemian throne.

Magnolias
Tulips
A local house
Krakovec Castle
The same
Krakovec Castle from far away
Purple dead-nettles
A field pansy
Rakovník town hall
The Church of Saint Bartholomew
The belfry of the Church of Saint Bartholomew
The Church of Saint Bartholomew again
Tulips in the city park
A magnolia in the city park
Prague Gate
The Church of Saint Bartholomew
Prague Gate and the Church of Saint Bartholomew

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