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2011 visit to Prague 11 and Koneks - Memories of Prague.

What I speak to you before we leave this city also so endearing?!

While it is often daunting to start a letter, a blog, a ticket, as it is also closing a book you loved, let on the tarmac, a local guide interesting (I experienced that in Morocco).
short! I do not know what to say before boarding the plane back.

That !!!!!!!! The winter has settled over Prague and the snow covered the Karlov Most. And statues of saints have more to fear that tourists spend their hand ........ They redid their migration in the opposite direction to their usual environment. Aborigines Pragensis
can finally breathe. Thank you for the photo Micheline.


I will just post some pictures of this city: off-topic photos, stories from the past Tragically, the photos I have made beaver ..... In short, a melting pot of "things" that hit me.


Here on the Manesuv Most on the Square Jan Palach a plaque atrocities committed by the Nazis during World War II.


There, "icebreakers" that reflects the impetuous waves of the Moldau to spring breakup.

There, on a plot, a monumental assemblage of ignition keys and locks, may be those of the bridge of lovers.


This episcopal care that appears to prevent time to pass under the arch of the tower of the old city. By cons, it takes time to ogle the nennettes. A man is a man !!!!!

shnellhimbiss This adaptation of their neighbors on Wenceslas Square. Pigs
spit roasts please!

These markets neighborhoods, the French. It's like
Boulevard de la Croix-Rousse, darling!

The Municipal House (1905-1911) which I forgot to photograph the baroque facade of karel Spillar (I have not told cater pilar). In all cases one feels the leg Mucha, Priesler in this temple of culture.


I only immortalized the grand staircase that had to climb all the pundits local PC, the good old days of the Iron Curtain. At that time, no-one had only to stoop to pick up the shovel kopecks. O tempore!, O mores !!!!.

His famous French cafe-restaurant on the ground floor, decorations worthy of Hercules Poirot.

The art deco style is not my cup of tea. Pass!

I do not forget this great Recycling cross statue in a local traboule.

This atrocious frieze in the garden of the Wallenstein Palace, before the cage of owls.
I'm sure it scares them. There are some who should be in their tawny.
short it is not very nice.


I think from time to time in this poor policeman holding an operetta, which is to pose for hours, sometimes with a "bimbo vavavoom!" which is photographed at his side.
Y has something left posture "marble". What
put something other than the guy standing at attention.


I love these signs on the doors of old buildings. She used to indicate the address of the owner at a time when we did not mention the numbers of gates.


As this shop whose owner went to type a pivo at the corner restaurant.
Click to enlarge. You'll see what odds and ends.


Good!! It is not everything, but must embark.
I admit I cheated. That day the weather was a puppy.


And it was impossible to foresee every bit of our beautiful Europe under the wings of Austrian-harrows. Apart from the foam of beer steins of Bavarian Oktoberfest.

But look on the west was really worth.

Well here! One year almost up!! Meanwhile
your passages are dear to me, I wish you a Merry Christmas.