woke up to drizzle in prauge and decided to wander

just stepped off the train in prauge and the air feels like a cold drizzle swirling over the river, hope you like that kind of thing. the locals are a bit shell‑shocked by the sudden chill, but they’ll point you toward the best *café on the corner - that’s where the gossip flies. if you get restless, the nearby villages are just a short hop away. someone told me that the night market on Wenceslas Square is a must, but it closes early if the rain gets too heavy. i snapped a couple of shots of the bridge and the old town that you can see below:

check out this TripAdvisor thread for more drunken tips, and maybe peek at the Yelp reviews for hidden gems. the local board prague‑street‑life has some wild stories too. bridge is where the street musicians gather, café is where the poets argue, old town* is where the ghosts linger. hope you like that kind of thing.