Hanging Around the Monastery Gardens in Litomsyl

Here I am with my friend and colleague, Imelda. She is actually Indonesian, but married to a Czech. Pretty crazy! I am deeply grateful to Imelda, who helped figure out the train and bus schedules and wasn't afraid to use her Czech to make sure we were headed in the right direction. She also tried to pacify me when I ran into some problems with an ornery Czech lady at one of the museums. For Pete's sake, I walked outdoors, onto a balcony, and began to get my camera out to take a picture of the lovely countryside and this woman yelled at me and gave me the sternest and most unpleasant look I've seen since Moscow museum women yelled at me. She indicated that photography was never allowed anywhere on museum premises. I tried to communicate in limited Czech, but ended up making her suspicious of me. She thought I had photographed a special exhibit of religious monstrances. Me-- look suspicious? Come on... This lady then wanted me to put my camera in Imelda's pocket book. Imelda wisely said no, but I ended up having to put it in my pocket. This type of crazy mentality drives me up the wall. If you can't tell... I'm infuriated once again by the memory... okay, moving on...