Always wanted to go toPragueIn the winter, and want to go. Because I think of Prague, is a quiet, such as Dvorak and Smetana's soothing deep theme, such as Kafka black and white photos of deep eyes. Prague in the summer, too many tourists in the city, like a big party, lively, colorful.
But I just want to in the winter, the snow in a night through the old alleys, look at the old buildings under the pale yellow street light, have a look can not hear, gravel road came the sound, or their own inner voice.
So, in this very cold this weekend, I flew to Prague. Early in the morning 8 point less than, we stood in the Charlie bridge. Nearly twenty degrees below zero temperature, the Vltava River floating ice, ice, in the river flows slowly.
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