Stroll at night, through the narrow and dark streets of Prague,

Meet the diaphanous shadows of Kampa

Reflections of the baroque soul of Mala Strana

Climb to Hradčany hill

Up there, a silence defying time

Then find the placid Vltava and its golden sparkles

Suddenly, the fog veils the night sky and the creatures

Of stone on Charles Bridge come to life

I’m not alone

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