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Cesky Krumlov is a Renaissance town.

We arrived in Český Krumlov in the afternoon. We were delighted by the fine weather, the sparse crowds, and the stunning view from the high bridge. The red-tiled roofs, church spires, and intricate Baroque facades looked especially picturesque in the evening light.

In ancient times, this was an ideal location for a town, as the Vltava River makes a sharp bend here, forming a peninsula protected by water on all sides. A high cliff conceals a small isthmus. Local feudal lords chose this cliff for the construction of a castle. Rather than waste time and money on building walls and moats, these enterprising people adapted the natural terrain to their needs. Chronicles record that the town flourished, and its residents were generally wealthy. The ruling dynasties lived lavishly and tastefully, encouraging science and the arts, and in the 17th century, they built a beautiful theater. It is one of two well-preserved Baroque theaters.

The next day, we bought a ticket for a theater tour. We were amazed not only by the luxurious sets but also by the complex mechanisms that made them move. 

Another tour took place at a castle. I must say, I've never seen a more ugly castle. It's simply a massive parallelepiped with a high roof perched on top of a cliff. We've seen a lot of castles and have something to compare it to.

But there is a beautiful three-tiered covered bridge, along which the owners and their guests could get to the theater and the garden.

Incidentally, the castle looks much better from the inside than from the outside. That is, if you like the "expensive and opulent" style of decoration: bearskins on the floor, gilded carriages, and so on. In short, it became clear why the last family to own the castle, the Schwarzenbergs, chose to move from here to the nearby castle of Hluboká nad Vlavou.

We spent a lot of time exploring the city that day. A guy named Yan gave us a free tour of the city, telling us about the lives of ordinary citizens. We enjoyed this tour the most. Not because it was free, but because it was conducted in excellent English, with a good sense of humor and a keen knowledge of history. And even though Yan advertised his father's restaurant and the tour participants chipped in at the end, we forgave him.

If you're in Český Krumlov, we highly recommend booking a tour: Wiseman Free Tour.

 The guide explained that during communist rule, new high-rise buildings were built across the river, while the old part of the town fell into disrepair. It was only in the late 1990s, when UNESCO placed Krumlov under its wing, that the city authorities began to allocate funds for restoration. Now Český Krumlov is a popular tourist destination. We saw this for ourselves when, around one o'clock, the bridge and the narrow ancient streets suddenly became crowded. Numerous tour buses arrive from Prague for the day. Tourists come not only from Europe but also from Asia and other far-flung corners. Incidentally, our companions on Jan's tour included Australians, Canadians, a Japanese couple, and a Malaysian couple.

We were also pleased with the prices in restaurants and souvenir shops. For example, the same dish—"pork knee"—cost twice as much in Austria, an hour's drive from Krumlov.

So, friends, don’t hide your money in banks and corners, but go to Bohemia and live a little bohemian life.

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Holašovice: Museum of Rural Life and Rural Baroque.

On the way from Hluboká Castle to Český Krumlov, we stopped in the village Holašovice. This place was added in Czech UNESCO World Heritage List in 1998, and although I wasn't expecting anything special, we decided to stop there: it only added 20 minutes to our route.

The village turned out to be pleasant, but, as expected, far from Venice. We enjoyed looking at the identical houses in the "rural baroque" style and were already heading back to the car when we suddenly saw an open courtyard with a sign in Czech, "Rural Court Museum.".

 Apparently, one of the locals decided to make a little money by showing us their village life. We love museums like this, and the price for the two of us was less than ten dollars, so why not stop in?.

We met an elderly man—I'd put him at most 70. As it turned out later, the "man" was named Wroclaw and was 82 years old.

We were the only visitors there, and he took us around the museum. It was a large barn, perfectly arranged with all sorts of peasant tools. What struck me was that there was a special device for every task—butter and cream separators, a wooden washing machine, a regular harrow and a harrow for dry soil, about fifteen planes of various widths and two jointers, an axe with a cleverly curved handle for hewing logs from the side without the risk of cutting your knee, and so on. 

I was so interested in it that I even forgot to take photos, which I now deeply regret.

All this was accompanied by a story in very good Russian - he even recited to us by heart the beginning of Gorky's "The Stormy Petrel" - he said that he really liked this poem at school.

Besides Russian, he also speaks English (a little worse, he says) and German. He lives alone with a dog and a horse and does everything himself. Incidentally, he has a full set of teeth. So, if you want to stay active for a long time, buy a country house in the Czech Republic!

He told me about his family—it turns out they've lived in this place for about 500 years. In the 16th century, almost the entire village died out in the plague epidemic, and his family was among the six Czech families that survived (Wikipedia, by the way, speaks (Or, in another way, that only two residents survived.) After the plague, German-speaking colonists from Austria came to the empty lands. In 1945, they all left, I think against their will.

It is possible that Wroclaw is the last of his family to live here: he has two children, but they live in the city and, as far as I understand, have no plans to move.

The museum was very interesting and left a huge impression on me; it was the highlight of our visit to the village. If you're passing by, stop in—you won't regret it! 

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Psychedelic Festival.

What I love about my city is its perpetual stance toward the authorities. This is well illustrated by the marijuana laws in Ann Arbor.

It all began in 1969, when authorities arrested poet, musician, and activist (left-wing, of course) John Sinclair. He was arrested for two marijuana joints and given 10 years, although everyone understood the reason was his social activism: at festivals back then, everyone smoked weed.

Americans were somewhat stunned by this verdict and staged a mass movement in defense of Sinclair. Among other things, on December 10, 1971, a grand concert in defense of John Sinclair was held in Ann Arbor:  John Sinclair Freedom Rally, which featured, among others, John Lennon. Three days after the concert, the Michigan Supreme Court ruled the state's marijuana laws unconstitutional, and Sinclair was released.

An interesting consequence of this ruling was that for three weeks, Michigan had no marijuana legislation. Eventually, the laws were passed, and marijuana smoking became a felony again in the state, effective April 2, 1972.

Ann Arbor responded to this in a unique way: the city council passed a law making marijuana smoking within city limits a misdemeanor and punishable by a $55 fine (it was initially lower, then raised due to inflation). They also held a festival on April 1st, the last day of free weed smoking. Hash-Bash.

The festival was a hit, and starting in 1973, it became an annual event. The festival featured talk of legalization, music, and all manner of fun, including pot. The twist was that it was held on the campus of the University of Michigan. The university, along with the entire property it occupies, is state-owned, and city laws don't apply. So, smoking pot on campus was a crime, and anyone could be grabbed and hauled into a police van. 

However, no one was grabbed: I went to a couple of festivals before legalization - the cops walked around and diligently looked away when they saw joints. 

Incidentally, I don't advocate smoking marijuana; I've never smoked it myself and don't plan to. However, I believe that adults should decide for themselves what, how, and in what quantities to consume.

In 2019, Michigan finally legalized marijuana use, but that didn't hurt the festival; in fact, it attracted even more people. 

However, Ann Arbor residents faced a problem: the city's uniqueness had vanished, and something urgently needed to be done. A solution was found: on September 21, 2020, an ordinance was passed making the consumption, cultivation, and distribution of natural psychedelics (primarily mushrooms) "the lowest priority for Ann Arbor law enforcement." In practice, this means city police have no authority to make arrests or file charges for this activity. 

And, naturally, following the well-worn path, a new festival was organized—the Psychedelic Plant and Mushroom Festival. That's where I attended today.

The guys were playing music
And someone danced wildly
People walked around in funny clothes

On my way home, I stopped by Graffitite Alley, a fairly well-known spot in Ann Arbor. I don't know what the artists were using, but it seemed like a natural fit for today's festival.