The next day, we decided to walk up to the Castle.
We took the back road which led us to a some sort eerie lane which faced a shaded hill and many trees. The buildings were tall and boxy. I like how they look especially with the smoke coming out of them. Makes me think of Oliver Twist or those old 60s movies where children would be fed gruel and maids with frumpy white frocks as well as hairnets.
Eerie, no? Except for the cars. Haha.
My favourite part was the church that was bombed in WWII by the Germans.
We stood there for a long time examining the blown off parts and the charcoaled marble.
There were tombstones all over the church paths. Look! 1722!
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