An Accord
Aug. 21, 2007
Prague and I, we know each other now, more than just acquaintances, though we still have secrets from each other. My practiced eye glances casually over the facaded bulidings as I walk down the street, the Czech money feels normal in my hands. Easily I wend my way through my neighborhood, walking the same streets the natives walk, in the same way. The bakery on the corner sells rolls at night, fresh from the oven, for two crowns each and they melt in your mouth, bread-fresh and salty. I run in the park or walk in it, greeting the statues like old friends, happily casually looking out over the splendor of the city– red roofs and dark spires, threaded through with golden sunlight, the sky blue with white puffy clouds, the river a shining ribbon below.
Tags: Czech Republic, Europe, living abroad, Prague
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