Behind the scenes


I am my Prague posts this  from a coffee shop I have discovered about 5 minutes from our hotel. It is open 24 hours has a comfortable bench, great smells, WiFi.
Sitting next to me  (at 5.50am) is a chatty Czech philosopher who I am sure would talk with me for hours in fairly good English about next to nothing. He gets up every minute or two to chat with customers and smoke his roll your own cigarette.



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