I still feel very strong that he almost saw the Kampa island, in the fog, the Theatre of lost steps and expect to run across from time to time in Harlan Draka, so real after all these years and 130 numbers (you well ... but this is a bit 'niche. Do you Dampyr know?).
I still have the colors and features the works of Mucha, a fairly recent discovery and a passion for me, like Schiele or De Lempicka and reflection, not new, that is fine and Carracci, Paolo Uccello, Piero della Francesca and Giorgione, but the modern art / contemporary right? Speech large, I know ... we know by heart the millemila of the ancient Egyptians, and nothing that happened the other day.
I left the taste of Czech wine, which gives me much to the head, and legs.
I still have the statues of David Cerby, the poetic names of the houses and signs.
I left the taste of Czech wine, which gives me much to the head, and legs.
I still have the statues of David Cerby, the poetic names of the houses and signs.
said: "Well, tomorrow we go to watch well well the Jewish quarter, with the old cemetery and all, and let's see if I still know the characters of the alphabet transliterate" and he then realized the next morning, mentally rehearsing the program under the covers of the day (mannaggiamannaggiamannaggia) was Saturday. Indeed, not Saturday. Shabbat. (And this makes two idiotissima already done the same thing in Paris).
It remains calorie eaten the bomb on Wenceslas Square (square?! I want to talk?).
I remain the cobbled streets of Mala Strana, which then tells Mala Strana and the statues of Charles Bridge.
I still have those three or four terms in the Czech Republic, the indispensable say: pull, push, exit, thank you, and yet, despite this wide range of words, I understood perfectly well that the young ladies who were selling the candy calories in Wenceslas Square, the occurrence of an guppetto of noisy bells must have said something like: "These are Italian, prepares the Nutella." Yes, because the caloric bomb that was also available with the addition of Nutella. Thus, if one was not entirely convinced of the scope of calories ...
short, in life there is only one great love, and the My heart beats in London, but I'll come back to Prague, I turned benebene as I did not understand.
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