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WHEN I HEAR THE WORD PRAGUE I THINK OF A TRAM; A TYPICAL TRAM
THA T ROLLS SLOWL Y UP AND DOWN THE STREETS OF THIS NOT SO
ORDINARY CITY. THE KIND OF TRAM THAT PEOPLE OF PRAGUE GIVE
LITTLE ATTENTION TO WHEN THEY SEE AND RIDE IT DAY IN AND DAY OUT. IN CONTRAST, I IMAGINE MYSELF SEATED ABOARD ONE OF THOSE
TRAMS, GAZING OUT OF THE WINDOW ON A RAIN FILLED PRAGUE DAY. RAIN FILLED YES, BUT THE ESSENCE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL CITY SHINES THROUGH. FROM THE SEAT OF MY TRAM I CAN TAKE IN THE SIGHTS, SOUNDS AND PEOPLE; GOTHIC, BAROQUE; ART NOVEAU; CAFES;
MARKETS; PAINTERS AND TOURISTS. ALSO, IN MY MIND I IMAGINE MY GRANDFATHER'S VISIT MANY YEARS AGO. DID HE RIDE A TRAM? DID HE VISIT THE OLD TOWN SQUARE, THE CHARLES BRIDGE, OR PERHAPS, THE MUNICIPAL HOUSE? WHAT WERE HIS IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BEAUTIFUL AND TIMELESS CITY? HOW WOULD HE ANSWER THIS VERY SAME
QUESTION? YES, ODDLY ENOUGH WHAT COMES TO MY MIND WHEN I
HEAR THE WORD PRAGUE, I THINK OF A TRAM; ONE OF THOSE LOVELY RED AND WHITE TRAMS.
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