Pictures worth a thousand words?

I went to Karlovy Vary today. I took an early bus, walked all day, and returned on an evening bus. I liked the town a lot, but I'm not sure what to say about it that I haven't already said in the titles of my photos. Besides, it's already late and I really want to get some sleep for a change. Maybe later I'll manage to write something about the film festival, the smell of sulfur, the Serbian tourists who turned back minutes before reaching the summit they couldn't see, or my quest to buy stamps.

I should really write about the stamps. In the age of internet, it's amazing how few hotels keep stamps for their guests, or at least how few admitted it. One lady offered me a free city map instead. I finally got stamps from a Russian hotelier who cracked when I told her I wanted to send postcards to Russia. (They really went to Belarus, but I thought she'd be more sympathetic to Russia.) But I won't tell that story because as I said it's way past my bed time.

I hope you will write your own stories from the pictures. (Click below and start at the 25th photo.)

From 2011-07 Prague