Dead town. Nothing to see. No culture. You cannot see anyone in the streets.
Dirty one. Polluted. Grey.
Yes and no.
The town lives … seldom. Dirty? It depends. Polluted? Not anymore.
Anyway, we are surrounded by splendour. We are in the middle, at the intersection of Bohemian Central Highlands, Erzgebirge Mountains and Bohemian Switzerland.
Nice.