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On the square (sort of) was the Museum of Communism, which was basically a fic writer's treasure-trove. I want to write all of the Steve/Bucky based on some of this stuff:




That did it for my mom, who was worn out, so we dropped her at the hotel with my brother, and my dad and I went to check out the "Dancing Building," aka "Fred and Ginger":




We went out to the local Irish pub as the best place to watch the UEFA Champions League match in a smoke-free environment, did it, got up at 3 am, and flew home.
And I'm DONE! No more travel, no more pictures EVER . . . until November.
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