We spent the last weekend at Provodnín. It was a bliss, as always. The indian summer has shown us all its tricks and the weekend was thus filled with the rustle of leaves, ripe pears, blue sky, and sharp, autumn sun. Needless to say, it was also rather demanding considering the condition of our alcohol-processing internal organs, but this seems to be an inevitable igredient of all such weekends. Not a single one of us was eager to go back to Prague.