There is a history in Prague — and the rest of Europe — which suspends these places in time. Freezes them in moments only my brain can whisk me to. Old communists blocks in Eastern Europe, bombed out buildings in the former Yugoslavia which wear their pock marks like badges of honor, of a reminderContinue reading “The lure of Prague”
Prague. A beautiful, magical city that instantly whisks visitors into a world of old and new merged together. Where palaces and modern life smash together in the most beautifully chaotic way. The city first took its hold on me in 2002, when I spent time there during my month-long European experience. In the dead ofContinue reading “Daily Wanderlust: The skyline of Prague”
There is something so magical about Prague. From the colors of Prague’s Baroque buildings to the “alien” tower to the spires that pierce the skyline, to the outdoor art dotting the streets, the beauty of this city is never-ending. Prague was one of only a handful of cities I returned to during my long-term travel, andContinue reading “Daily Wanderlust: the old woman of Prague”
Prague, considered one of the most beautiful cities in the world, is a smorgasbord of style ranging from renaissance to gothic to baroque, contemporary and more. It’s easy to spend days just wandering the city, taking in the hundreds of churches with spires that pierce the skyline, the colorful buildings on quaint tree-lined streets, theContinue reading “Escape of the Week: Outdoor Art in Prague”
I’ve been to Prague twice in my life, and was taken by the city both times. As someone who is not used to seeing the gorgeous myriad of architecture in Prague (stuff like this just doesn’t exist in America, sadly), every turn down a new street delighted my eyes. The colors. The shapes.Continue reading “Escape of the Week: Colors of Prague”
Prague. One of the most colorful and stunning cities I have ever encountered. This visit to Prague marked my second time in the city. The first time was eight years ago when my frame of mind was, well, crap (see “‘Twas the night before London“). It is the only city I have been back toContinue reading “That One Time in Prague”
A year ago, when I lived in Atlanta, I remember marveling at the city’s sheer gorgeousness with the changing of the season. The pink flowers that would sprout from the winding trees. The bright green grass that would pop up overnight. The light wind that would gently blow during days spent at Piedmont Park, taking in the South’s spring.
I would never in a million years have imagined spending my spring 365 days later in Europe, living in a prolonged (and amazing) spring for nearly two months.