Bright flowers, wholesome buildings, and impeccable streets; these are the first things I notice when I wander through the centre
At the Bratislava train station, I hop on a train towards Kúty where I have three minutes to find my connection to Skalica. Water bottle and camera in tow, I prepare for my mad dash towards the next train at Kúty but when I arrive at the tiny station, where an even smaller train patiently awaits, I realize running is not necessary. I am, without a doubt, no longer in the capital.
Inside the Parish Church of St. Michael on the main square, a friendly group of students give me a briefing of the church’s history. The interior, with 14 century origins, is gorgeous but I soon discover that the small city of Skalica has, in fact, many churches with equally-grand interiors. When I ask locals what I should see in Skalica, their responses are usually the same: “We have many churches”.
