One way in, same way out. Entry was easy, but a longer exploration was interrupted by an unexpectedly triggered alarm - part of the building is still under power. In the silence of the vast building, only two things could be heard: the loud crunch of dust beneath the soles of their soles, and the rustling of the wings of the pigeons that now ruled the place. Inside, everything remained almost untouched. The work halls, covered in a thick layer of fine white dust - probably kaolin - look as if production ended yesterday. The offices, though clouded by time, still hold their shape: desks, chairs, documents. A strange combination of calm and tension permeates the rooms. This now-abandoned porcelain factory has not survived the effects of the covid crisis. Before that, however, a different chapter was written - there was once a large courtyard with its own brewery and inn. Formerly a place of social activity, balls and theatres, later a stop for the first long-distance buses. In the interwar period, the whole area was converted to industrial use, which has been maintained with various variations until recently.

I was taking a walk in Italy, and suddenly I see ruins of houses on the opposite hill. After thoroughly checking the place on maps and making sure it was an abandoned village, I decided to go there. I took the direct route up the hill. Just a few metres above the main road I came across an old, abandoned terrace where olive and lemon trees still grew. After a half-hour hike, I did indeed arrive at the houses. I was greeted by a sign saying, "Do not enter. Danger of building collapse." It was very difficult to move around the deserted village, and because of the condition of the buildings, I didn't even dare to go inside. I walked the entire main street, but the other side streets were overgrown with thistles, so unfortunately I got nothing from them. I have not been able to find anything about this place, either in the chronicles or on old maps. The only thing I have learned is that the area has been hit many times by strong earthquakes. Probably because of the extensive damage, the village was never repaired by the locals.

After some time I visited the sun bath again. The last time I was here, I missed quite a substantial part of the spa due to lack of time. We were only here for a short time, but we did manage to meet three other groups of urbexers. One of them was very nice and gave us a tour of the spa, and even told us some interesting things about the spa.

The old farmer's house in the middle of the fields has been decaying and falling into oblivion for over 20 years. There has been no road leading in for 20 years and the only way to get in is to make your way through the thickets and what used to be a garden. The farm consists of three buildings - two barns and one residential building. Both barns were two stories, but because of their condition I didn't go inside, I just peeked out the door. The main building wasn't much better off, and it was a mistake to try to go into the basement where there was nothing but the remains of the stairs, which had turned into a slide after my visit, and I was left covered in sand and dust. Inside the dwelling there were only a few pieces of furniture and a few magazines celebrating the harvests of the local JZD.

ZD began to decline around 2005. Today it is divided between several owners; part is used as stables, part as warehouses and part is abandoned. There is a lot of abandoned equipment on the island near the site.

Visited again with @0pixelsleft and also a lovely 16km long walk to the property. Just a pity it started to rain, so we didn't take pictures of the earthworks and the surroundings of the Maple and just did a quick walk.

Originally a textile factory, later a coffin factory. The building is mostly empty, partly used as a joinery shop. I took photos six months ago, but I recently visited it again (no photos). The cellars were flooded in the winter and the water had receded somewhat in the summer.