Yesterday night would be the last night I drift off to sleep listening to Amanpour (CNN was the only English channel in the hotel). We rose early on 27 Nov and went and shot some lions. A pair of sphinxes gazed river-ward, while lions growled at the rush hour traffic.
We went up to the castle's entrance by St. Wenceslas´Vineyard. Czech Republic's flag fluttered in the morning breeze while two well-dressed handsome strong stood guard beneath. Time was short and we did not linger long on the hill.
I had been to the Old Town Square twice, but both times in the bustling night. The city had a more subdued vitality compared to the wilder revelry the night before. It was a time of preparation for the new day. The Christmas market was being put up with a huge green Christmas tree freshly being loaded off a truck. Ladders and steps leaned on many structures still. A few ladies where busy dressing the scarlet roofs of the newly erected stores. A Nativity set stood quietly in the bustling square. The single color hard timber-carved structured betrayed an energy ready to bust into celebratory dance.
Beside the square, horses were already prepared for their day's work. The carriage drivers bantered among themselves as their immaculately groomed partners waited patiently.
Pigeons were bathing in a pool on the cobble road. Sometimes I wondered if the equus envied the avians their freedom.
Is the price of dignity freedom? I'm sure no one would call a horse a pest, while there are t-shirts printed with "
Pigeons Are Rats With Wings". I have seen ugly things happening to pegions, from being swallowed alive to being torn in two by seagulls after getting ran over by a car. Bold rats doesn't tend to live long. Pigeons took flight when spooked. But the birds has this in their favor - their expert aerial maneuvers can be an elegant thing to watch unlike the frantic scampering of rats.
I wasn't sure how to read the face on the Astronomical clock. If I may venture a guess, it would be time for us to start making our way back to the hotel. The bottom dial with the twelve circle is a calender.
I love the unmatched intricacies of the buildings. Everything provided stimulation for the eye. From mural covered walls to stickers filled car and many highly figurative signage, all had their stories waiting to be heard.
This was a visually boisterous city of many tales. A child-size puppet half my height dangled on the threshold of its shop. Neither its snaggletoothed smile nor his squalid and gnarly appearance detracted from its friendliness.
A lady with 2 Chow Chows ambled past our hotel as we checked out. It was a good omen to see puffy-lion dogs.
At the airport, we witnessed 1 more interesting incident, a meeting of trolleys where one stopped many.
At long last, the holiday was finally nearly its end.
We went up to the castle's entrance by St. Wenceslas´Vineyard. Czech Republic's flag fluttered in the morning breeze while two well-dressed handsome strong stood guard beneath. Time was short and we did not linger long on the hill.
I had been to the Old Town Square twice, but both times in the bustling night. The city had a more subdued vitality compared to the wilder revelry the night before. It was a time of preparation for the new day. The Christmas market was being put up with a huge green Christmas tree freshly being loaded off a truck. Ladders and steps leaned on many structures still. A few ladies where busy dressing the scarlet roofs of the newly erected stores. A Nativity set stood quietly in the bustling square. The single color hard timber-carved structured betrayed an energy ready to bust into celebratory dance.
Beside the square, horses were already prepared for their day's work. The carriage drivers bantered among themselves as their immaculately groomed partners waited patiently.
Pigeons were bathing in a pool on the cobble road. Sometimes I wondered if the equus envied the avians their freedom.
Is the price of dignity freedom? I'm sure no one would call a horse a pest, while there are t-shirts printed with "Pigeons Are Rats With Wings". I have seen ugly things happening to pegions, from being swallowed alive to being torn in two by seagulls after getting ran over by a car. Bold rats doesn't tend to live long. Pigeons took flight when spooked. But the birds has this in their favor - their expert aerial maneuvers can be an elegant thing to watch unlike the frantic scampering of rats.
I wasn't sure how to read the face on the Astronomical clock. If I may venture a guess, it would be time for us to start making our way back to the hotel. The bottom dial with the twelve circle is a calender.
I love the unmatched intricacies of the buildings. Everything provided stimulation for the eye. From mural covered walls to stickers filled car and many highly figurative signage, all had their stories waiting to be heard.
This was a visually boisterous city of many tales. A child-size puppet half my height dangled on the threshold of its shop. Neither its snaggletoothed smile nor his squalid and gnarly appearance detracted from its friendliness.
A lady with 2 Chow Chows ambled past our hotel as we checked out. It was a good omen to see puffy-lion dogs.
At the airport, we witnessed 1 more interesting incident, a meeting of trolleys where one stopped many.
At long last, the holiday was finally nearly its end.
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