By the time we arrived in Český Krumlov I had hit the height of my traveling grumpiness. I had had two hours of sleep two nights in a row, my feet were swollen from dehydration and excessive walking, I had to pee the whole last hour on the bus, and the display screen on my camera went black and the shutter would not fire. Humph.
Within an hour of arriving I had found the WC, eaten a salad for lunch, and my camera revived after simply closing the screen and opening it again. My feet were still swollen, and would remain so for another day, but I did get a good night's sleep that evening.
Český Krumlov's painted architecture dates from the 14th - 17th centuries. It's like a Czech Rothenburg, but with a river running through it. The horseshoe bend is picturesque and attracts rafting enthusiasts. We happened to arrive at the end of the Rose Festival, so the town was bustling with locals in period dress and booths of wares made by artists and craftsmen.
The view from the top of the bell tower was worth the climb, for both the scenery and the cool breeze!
The third concert our young musicians performed took place in The Rose Hotel, a former Jesuit monastery. The room was gorgeous, sparsely attended since it was on the 2nd floor and out of the way of tourists and passers-by.
After a welcome restaurant meal we retired to our hotel, grateful for fair weather and a good day.