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A pleasant stream of mental images flow through my mind when Prague is mentioned in the news or if I glance at one of my sketches on my studio wall. My thoughts take a break from the usual tedium.
A Petrin hill path carpeted with multi-colored leaves in Fall. A sunset from the patio of a restaurant on Loretanska with the bells of the Strahov Monastery in the air. The majestic Hradcany, lights on at night framed by the windows of the Rudolfinum at intermission during a Smetana concert. The cheerful "prosim" of a bakery clerk when I enter her shop for a warm doughnut in the morning. The clatter of the tram ambling down the bank of the Vltava of the way to the Vysehrad for a walk. Even the musical lady's voice on the subway reminding me to watch my step when the doors open.
A church in the wall, the ancient inspired craftsmen that left their mark on the beautiful churches and other buildings in the city. The warm tram seat on a cold night. The impromptu language lesson on ordering plum brandy after a concert. A beautiful gilded glass of fine Czech pivo with my goulash.
I stop to think about what is real and ask myself what is important in life, what am I doing about it and if I'll ever make it back to Bohemia again.
Bob Rankin, USA
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