the words that he wrote. We tour the magnificently preserved icons of this town - St. Vitus Cathedral, golden lanes and the famous opera house in all of its acoustic renown. Its beauty is unparalleled in any city we’ve seen, like a stunning paramour that plays coy where she’s been. Thousands of tourists flock to her bustling streets every day, snapping photos in speechless awe lost in dreams as they gaze. I immerse myself in the image of taste and sophistication on display, and for a moment I forget all the troubles of the day. You can be penniless and deep in the throes of malaise, but the sheer beauty of this city will just wash it all away. Lost in the swirl of regal colors, steep spires and classic design, every corner holds new treasures for all but the blind. It’s impossible not to get swept up in the ideal of it all, and for a moment I’m lost in the lavish charms of this town. Prague is everything we hoped for and more, and it’s a shame we only have a few days to explore. Dark beers and thick dumplings, spiced chai and a book, idling away our time in sweet leisure hidden away in the corner of some coffee shop nook. Fall is
here and with it brings a scent of change on the wind, you can taste its crisp colors as they sweep across the great bridge. That connects castle and town, kings and paupers alike, all share in the glory of this city’s delights. Stained glass murals and cavernous cathedrals, magenta sunsets and quiet parks, life here is a portrait of modern still art. So we soak it all in, the vibrant colors of Prague’s palette, not letting one moment slip by neglected or unnoticed. And when the day is through and the city comes alive with light, blue shadows dance the streets under cold starry nights. Everything takes on an essence of luminescent wonder, and the avenues are flooded with revelers and partygoers. Amidst the din of voices echoing off dew covered walls, shouts of celebration and the clack of hooves on the ground. The musty smell of wet autumn in the still of the night, frost on your breath and slick cobblestone steps. Statues move in the shadows, brought to life by the fog. Owls hoot in the belfry above the crowded throngs. No matter how many people visit each year, it still retains its essence of gothic appeal. Ancient and medieval, a city lost in time, and through the ages it will stand always as one of a kind.
Prague is like a magical city of castles and ancient lore. Fantastical mythology and astronomical clocks that dangle off church steeples chiming out the hours with decor. Untouched by the war, it was left standing intact as a stunning reminder of architecture that spans ages back. From the Romans, to the Ottomans, to the Germans and the Czech, every culture left their mark in the timeless mortars and brick. Pristine old town squares bordered by chapels and towers, elegant baroque buildings, marble sculptures and lush gardens of flowers. It's idyllic and enchanting and has a unique character and soul, and it’s captured us in its fairytale world of cobbled streets and tales of old. The crumbling brick walls surrounding the historical city center remain standing to this day and offer stunning views from any angle. From long dead kings and great heroes, to authors and poets of note, even Kafka was enchanted by the city and found influence here in