Třebíč

Třebíč

We picked Třebíč as an "off the beaten path" stop on our mini Czech road trip. It was about a 2 hour drive from Prague during which I may or may not have nodded off while Chris kept us on course.

Our Airbnb was perfect. I don't know if it was a Feng Shui thing, but something about this little apartment spoke to me. Or maybe it was the thoughtful snacks our host left us. 

The apartment was located in what used to be a Jewish ghetto. After we checked in we walked up a hill through the neighborhood to see the Jewish cemetery. It's a sad but peaceful setting with rows of tombstones resting among ivy and trees and covering a natural slope as if they just sprouted up from the ground. 

The cemetery and Jewish quarter are now on the UNESCO list, and you can tell efforts have been made to preserve the history. The terrible reality is that the Jews were all deported during WWII, so it's a reminder of a community that's no longer there. Many of the buildings served as street-level shops with apartments on top, and there are signs outside some of them that tell you what each address used to be (e.g. a tannery, school, rabbi's house, etc).

On a lighter note, we had one of our strangest but surprisingly good combos of food for dinner in Třebíč at a restaurant / brewery. Blueberry dumplings in butter with cheese curds and powdered sugar (listed as a meal, not dessert although that could have gotten lost in translation), smoked sausage with rye bread, and veggie cous cous. And beer, Czech lagers and what they labeled as beers from "Anglo-Saxon countries" (ales and IPAs). 

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We only spent one night in Třebíč, but it was well worth the stop. Before heading out we had breakfast in a little cafe where we were immediately made welcome despite our inability to speak Czech. I try to pretend like I don't need help translating things because I don't want to bother anyone, but it's often pretty obvious that I'm staring at words I either can't pronounce or just don't know what they mean. I'm thankful for and encouraged by the amount of people who have taken the time to help us. The kindness of strangers never gets old.

Třeboň

Třeboň

Marches de Noël

Marches de Noël