When we still had a count in our town he lived with his family in this castle. Today it is used for the offices of the town council. My dad used to work in one of the offices and when I visited him as a little girl I loved to walk up the flight of steps, counting each one, past two naked ladies in black marble, and imagine myself a young revolutionary charged with numerous counts of rebellion.
This is for One Word Sunday with the topic “count“. More counts can be found here.
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A great interpretation. That’s a striking rathaus and you have captured it in fantastic light.
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Thanks. We really appreciate having this building and the grounds open for all. When my father was little the “normal” people were only allowed in once a year, a couple of hours on Easter Sunday.
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