You know you've just been to Prague when...
you can look at the lights on the Parachute Jump and think "garnets!"
Surely, that structure won't be mistaken for anything Bohemian kings ever wore, any more than any of my helmets would. And none of the streets I pedaled to Coney Island will never be confused with Celetna, the route of the coronation processions.
And no one I saw today will be confused with Mikhail, who guided my first ride in Prague:
A bit of a Bohemian prince, wouldn't you say?
Guys remember the pretty girls. Me, I remember the pretty stuff. Or the eye-catching, stuff, anyway.
I took that photo inside St. Nicholas Church on the Old Town Square in Prague. Maybe I am, deep down, a magpie if I like to photograph things like that...or this:
