While the villages, towns and cities were beautiful and fascinating, the countryside was gorgeous on every side.
There were fields and fields of ripening grain - like this one in front of a small abandoned church, kind of in the middle of nowhere.
Wild poppies were blooming everywhere - from lining the train tracks in town to fields and fields of them in the countryside.
Add blue skies and puffy white clouds, and could it have been more idyllic?
Red poppies weren't the only things blooming in the fields - there were also strips, patches and swaths of bright yellow and white - that only became more effusive as our time went on. My brother-in-law informed me that none of these peaked until after we left - when the field would be solid color...
Wild flowers and fairy nieces. Good combination!
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