Apologies for the lengthy satellite delay; I've had an enforced break to deal with the scary matter of emergency eye laser surgery. I won't go into details here, but let's just say I can now relate a little to Alex, A Clockwork Orange's protagonist. I've also stayed off the screen as much as possible, so forgive me if I've missed anyone's posts.
So where was I? Part way through drafting a post on our last day in Prague, which I was forced to abandon and have been slowly editing over the last couple of days.
We were once again awake by dawn after a fitful final night's sleep in the heat of this beautiful city. We had one thing on the day's "To Do" list which was to visit the Alphonse Mucha museum, a stone's throw from our apartment in Old Town Square.
So, dragging our small suitcases, we left the shade of our hallway for the last time, sunscreen generously applied and emerged sixty seconds later into the street outside.
|Cubist Grand Cafe Orient|
|Byzantine style plate|
|A poorly photographed "The Kiss of Spring"|