While talking a walk about our pleasant town, my girlfriend and wandered up some dirt paths to the upper hills of the town. Despite being on"8-mile", we live about --> < -- this far from horse farms and cattle. And where we're walking is *unpaved*. There are some nice houses, a lot more woods, very pleasant in general. We didn't expect what happened next.
After rounding a bend, we come to a wall that is 6 feet high. At the top of said wall is a fence, about another 8 feet high, with many signs to the effect of "Security system in place, video surveillance, yada, yada, yada..." Way up the hill we see a HUGE mansion, which spurs discussions of "wouldn't it be nice to have that much money to own a mansion of that size?" Of course, this is tempered by the fact that we wouldn't actually be interested in owning, maintaining, caring for, getting lost in such a abode, just that it'd be nice to "try out".
We keep walking along the grounds until we come to a large set of gates which are slowly opening to let a black SUV out, and then automatically close behind them. As the gates close, the sunlight flashes off of a large plate on the gate. We step closer to read:
Consulate of the Czech Republic
KonzulÃ¡t ÄŒeskÃ© republiky
It's also then that we notice the guard shed next to this gate and guard *in* the guard shed next to this gate, watching *us* very closely. We wave, smile, and walk back down the unpaved road. We never realized we lived so close to the Czech Republic.
Question: so do I file this at 42.433 x -83.4913 or 50.0785 x 14.4423
Curious, I spent the morning looking up *why* there was a large consulate facility located remotely in a small suburb outside Detroit.
Honorary Consulates of the Czech Republic in
the United States
General Medicine practice of a Czech Republic Consulate