Every year, all the people of Kralupy flock to the ruins of the Castle Okor (pronounced OK-orzh). My friends Honza, Zuzka, and I walked a total of 28 km (14 miles) to and from the festival that day, but it was totally worth it. I didn't get any good pics of the hundreds of people who were there, but at least you can get an idea of what the castle looks like. I'll get crowd shots next year.