Stewart and I went on a hike a few days ago and came across a house in Roztoky whose yard is adorned with all sorts of sculptures with a decidedly mammarian theme.
The home of a fetishistic artist, I suppose.
I was thinking that this is the sort of thing that I don't think you could get away with in a typical American suburb. Someone would call the cops or report you to the morality league or write graffiti across the sculpture or something.
There's definitely more tolerance here for this sort of eccentric behavior.