as we were walking down a narrow winding street, we turned a corner and suddenly it opened up to an area unobstructed by buildings. the street had widened into a sort of deck area, cut out of the hill and also cobbled. to the left the road continued, between tall russet colored buildings. in front of us the land fell out and a railing made of stone or some such sturdy material was all that separated us from the city that sprawled below. the river cut through the middle and three thin bridges were visible on the dark water.
i took a picture, one of the decent ones that came from those rolls. somehow. all of the pictures i took there were beautiful in some way, all of the buildings stood on their own, didn't need any thoughtful framing or placement. of course, i only had a couple disposable cameras and didn't see them until later after i had gotten back home.
one of my strongest memories of Prague was the cold. it was always there, somehow i never wore enough even though our winter was picking up it's pace and i should have had a warm coat. i never seem to get this simple task completed well.