En route to and up the trails of Říp–the hard-to-pronounce title of a folkloric Czech mountain that’s sometimes referred to as a hill–I was:
Taken to what was claimed to the lowest lookout tower in Czech lands to look out into the Polabske lowland’s nearby town Roudnice nad Labem.
Led along the roads that ran through pastoral fields to pass by a noticeably little island within a little pond.
Exposed to the scale of the rolling lowlands.
Shown a set of distant smokestacks towering above the agrarian stretches.
Reminded, at an unobstructed outlook just below Říp’s shortish summit, of the subtle contrast of reddish rooftops against autumn landscapes’ even subtler tones.