I'd forgotten the crick in the neck you get in Prague from looking up all the time.
This city has more angels and saints guarding it than any other I know ...
Doorways of old houses are topped by allegorical symbols (see here for an earlier post on this)
Walking around the old town feels like walking through a series of old oil paintings ... (count the saints in the shots below)
A lone musician playing in the street seems to be from another era ...
... as do the beggars on every other street who prostrate themselves uncomfortably - a new sight for me - in silent supplicant's pose ...
Are they meditating? I noticed this one was (meditatively perhaps) scratching his dog's chin!
I couldn't cross the Charles bridge without snapping at the views, always changing in different lights, but here at dusk ...
This one kept me going on a hike up to the castle on foot ...
... where the Battling Titans make an awe-inspiring entrance to the world's largest ancient castle, seat of the Holy Roman Emperor ...
the incredible interior of St Vitus a vision of dancing suspended angels and golden jewelled stars ...
On my last day the sun came out, and so did Praguers - here enjoying the spring sunshine on the banks of the Vitava (there was music playing somewhere nearby - something you hear a lot walking around in this city) ...
and on Petrin hill, students brought their homework to the grass and park benches ...
A final image from the foot of Petrin hill, where I found David Cerny again - his Disappearing Man sculptures showing a gradually disintegrating figure of a man
Goodbye amazing Prague