By Geigenmühle

While fields od Doupov Mts. slowly turned into meadows and bushy expanses, villages in valleys were overgrown by woods. Sometimes, it is a well-passable forest offering all the riches of former orchyards, sometimes it is an impassable boar paradise. Not much remained from houses, there are usually only foundations. There was a mill called Geigenmühle under the village of Mělník (Melk) and there was also a small chapel close to it. When we came here, the Sun was setting and the shady bottom of the valley under the last terrain terrace looked like a different world, a sight through a hollowing to a land of blue shadows and soft mist. But as we passed the border and our eyes adapted to dark, the bule mist disappeared and wet green colors took it's place.

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