We have left Lviv now and are off into the Ukrainian countryside, the region of castles, where my grandmother was from.
It is also the site of many of the bloodiest battles of World War Two, when the Russians came through from one direction, occupying and killing, and the Germans met them from the other direction, burning all the villages (including my grandmother’s) to the ground.
I have been to the castles around here before, and so didn’t go today as I have both a cold and ruptured eardrum!!
Instead, here is a crappy picture from the car. It is the town of Zolochiv. It is Easter here, and everyone is out blessing their Easter baskets.