The sun peaks through the trees, turning the leaves of the vines a translucent shade of green.
The castle walls and cathedral a lurking shadow over the grounds,
and yet holds some sort of majestic presence.
I sit here, closing my eyes and soaking in the sunshine...
a glass of local wine the only thing that is bringing me out of my travelling trance.
The castle grounds overlook the city and I sit in awe of the terracotta coloured rooftops.
Their sophisticated architecture seems surreal, too perfect for a town to exist within.
I could sit here for hours watching the stillness of the town and listening to the Italians prattling beside me.
'Allora' they say, and I immediately grin.
Unfortunately, the Czech dialect is completely uninterpretable to me,
so the Italian that I can vaguely understand reminds me that I am somewhere foreign.
The sun gradually descends, as do the tourists heading back to their hotel rooms.
I stay a little longer, uninhibited by time or place, and have another glass of wine.
I drink in every moment, the castle vineyard too magnetic to want to leave.
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