Although some of the buildings are freshly painted, much of the town is in a state of decay.
The walls have memories.
The second floor of this building appears to still be inhabited.
The museum, a building which was originally a boys’ school.
This was the brightest we saw the sun on this appropriately overcast
day.
The main town buildings as seen from the park.
Entrance to the ‘’Small Fortress,’’ which is represented in the crest of
the town.
The ominous caption on the entrance to the secret police prison.
The way to the cemetary.
Ghost town.
Katarina and I started down this tunnel (.5 KM long), but decided to turn
around because it was getting late. Seconds after we exited, a woman came
around and closed and locked the gate (without checking if anyone was
inside!). We were very fortunate that we did not get trapped.
The metal gate that could have sealed our fate.
Red Snapper ready to make our escape. We were really glad that we stayed
in Litomerice the night before
(rather than the reportedly run-down hotel in Terezin) and that we were
headed out of town before dark.