I saw that woman yesterday.

You know the one - she's old, plump, a little bent over and wearing a red and white checked apron and is always photographed outside cottages with a windowbox of red flowers behind her. You can see her in most photography books of old European towns and sure enough I saw her as we drove from Prague airport yesterday through the enchanting countryside of Bohemia.

In fact the little villages the narrow road wound through with their old, rustic houses looked like they belonged on the set of some movie. But this is a real place, a beautiful, unrealistically charming, yet authentic place that exists like something frozen in time.

The mill where we are staying is just the same - tumbledown, rustic, looks like it was made to appear as it is but it's genuine, not a reasonable facsimile of something from a bygone era.



These are just a few images from where we are staying thanks to Franny's dad and grandmother's hospitality.


ps sadly I didn't get a photo of the red checked apron woman as we drove by too fast.