of Prague remains for me the idea of \u200b\u200ba city to watch from below, above or down (but you knew that was built on seven hills? They'd defect to the ancients?)
I still enjoyed without worries of essermela, mode: Non-mi-frega-nulla-di-entrare-in-ogni-singola-chiesa/Né-di-vedere-cambi-della-guardia- o-apostoli-che-escono-da-orologi/Non-voglio-ossessionarmi-cercando-di-vedere-tutto-il-vedibile/Voglio-solo-respirare-l 'air-to-this-city.
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?).
It remains a hit: my Terga have not-too-gently resting on the only salt-strewn sidewalks of the city (the rest ... when a bear has the agility Balù. ..).
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.
It remains the duality of a city which recognizes both the East, the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the past, lots and lots of fur, but lots of sequins, but also a lot of thrust to the west. Prague is a city where young people have the same look and the same customs young people from across Europe, but adults and older people do not. They have the air of someone who should not essersela spent a lot of good in the past.
The Prague metro is. Bella no eh, weird. With a single platform and a train that goes from here, one comes across almost together, and the seats perpendicular to the direction of travel. The stations with old linoleum taaaanto everywhere, so sixties, these new large and spacious, with a strip of blue LEDs that alert you to the floor of the oncoming train.
It remains to be uphill on the pseudo-Eiffel Tower in miniature, not after having been on the original in Paris, there was, no?
It remains for me the idea of \u200b\u200bseeing the ugliest museum in the world that of clothes of the Infant Jesus statue to change the nuns nell'ominima church does not know how often. I myself left the
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 ...
It remains for me the discovery of F & F, the alternative czech (or SC) to H & M. Here, let's face it. In terms of shopping Prague is not that it is so tempting, however, this did not stop me going home with a good half pound of black mesh.
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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