I still remember the time I scolded a group of French high school students in London, or the time I picked up a chunk of rubbish a tourist tossed to the ground in Paris and stuffed it into their hand and said “you dropped this”.
I’m not good in Europe in general, the continent tends to get me down. It’s too busy in the summer and the days are too short in the winter, it’s fairly lose/lose. However, in Prague, for some reason, the crowds didn’t get to me at all.
In fact, I didn’t mind contributing to them.
I think the reason the crowds in Prague didn’t bother me much was because I it was really easy to escape them. Tourists in Prague seem to stick to a very tight route. From the old town square across Karlov Most Bridge and then up to the Castle. They don’t stray to far from that region.
Also, I really liked Prague, actually and I think that the crowds there are extremely justified, it’s just a beautiful city.
As beautiful as it is, I’m not sure I was inspired by it. As you may have noticed, I’ve been having an extremely hard time trying to find motivation to write. I’m having a hard time feeling that same awe and power I got in Africa. As lovely as Europe may be, and as photogenic, very few of the places I have been really made me feel anything aside from “I should take a picture”.
As such, this is going to be a bit of a photo essay from Prague. I hope you enjoy the images!