We started that day with an incredible breakfast. And we needed it. Hard-boiled eggs, meats, muesli, yogurt, some fruit, bread, coffee. A real breakfast. And then, as we had done on all the previous days we’d been in Prague, it was out the door and a coin flip to see if we’d go right or left. We went right.
And as with all the other days, we had a guide book but it never left the bottom of the napsack, as we were determined to continue to explore this world so new to our senses. It was our second to last day in Prague before we were to board a midnight train to Budapest, so we had pretty much discovered most every corner in the city proper, and today we felt like walking, really walking. And we still had no idea where.
We were soon away from the familiar streets, seeing things for the first time. Prague is easily covered on foot if you have the time, and desire, and proper breakfast. Did I mention that breakfast? Nutella in the coffee? And we had all of those things so it felt good to always be on the verge of something new even though we had developed a glorious sense of familiarity with the city we were already in love with.
Traveling north, and getting out of the Malá Strana (Little Quarter), and the Staré Mésto (Old Town), with Josefov (Jewish Quarter) the last of the known neighborhoods behind us, our sole source of navigation became the Vltava, and so we followed it until it began to rain and we had to take refuge under a bridge.
The rain was short lived, fortunately, and I nearly lost my camera into the river…but we managed to push on, but not before I got this.
