They organized a few hundred dolls of "blue morpho" from Brazil, now all slip by and by. Crazy.
My son had the idea that a horde of rampaging visitors chasing a few measly intimidated fleeing butterflies and you get to actually see anything.
The opposite was the case when we came in a bunch of blue Morpho pounced on him, that he was really a little scared at first. Hihi, he would have better not worn anything yellow.
Here are a few impressions of an incredible sunny sunday, with nice meal on the sunny terrase of the castle's restaurant.