You know, I'm almost glad I didn't go. It would have broken my fragile little heart.
This giant grafitti has been on this wall for years. "We were watching each other on the 22 tram, call me". Despite evidence that it may just be a smart advertising campaign, I keep hoping it's not, because it's kind of beautiful.
Someone has a Sharpie and a simple sense of humour. Chuckle.
Deep and narrow alleys are Prague's trademark.
Hamas armistice notwithstanding, I think we've forgotten.
Yeah, me too. Why they're not illegal and why they're occasionally given seats in Parliament completely confounds me. Anyone remember 1968? I don't, but still...
Well, I wouldn't. But since neither of us are US citizens, my feline friends and I are irrelevant. For shame.
In the past few days, I've gone to the United Islands of Prague festival, which was great, and the World Cup of Slalom Canoe and Kayak, which is a scene that I guess only interests the people in it or connected to it, but still great. I saw an old friend from camp, which was hands down the best three hours of this week. I did another shift in the coffeehousebar, much more laid back and fun, my coworker was a very nice person and we had all of five patrons. On Friday I ran ten miles and ran to the watchtower that overlooks the city. Today I rotted on the couch and read books and ran barely three miles. Such is life.
