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"Prague never lets you go... this dear little mother has sharp claws." - Franz Kafka 1/2

“The streets of Prague were a fantasia scarcely touched by the twenty-first century—or the twentieth or nineteenth, for that matter. It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its medieval cobbles once trod by golems, mystics, invading armies. Tall houses glowed goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo plasterwork and capped in roofs of uniform red. Baroque cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels. The wind carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks. Thugs wore Motzart wigs and pushed chamber music on street corners, and marionettes hung in windows, making the whole city seem like a theater with unseen puppeteers crouched behind velvet.” 
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

It's like getting into a fairy tale.

Bride riding a bike by the Prague Castle

View from the Prague Castle

St. Vitus Cathedral (Prague Castle)

The light inside the St.Vitus is awesome due to the beautiful stained glass windows

Charles Bridge connects the Old Town to the New Town

Details of the Old Town Bridge Tower

Vltava River - Moldava, Moldau

Charles Bridge seen from one of the banks of the Moldau River.

The Moldau river, crossed by historic bridges, flows through the center of Prague.

Old Town Square

Tourist in the Old Town Square

The Old Town Hall Tower with its Astronomical Clock and the Tyn Church on the background

St. Nicholas Church seen from the Old Town Hall Tower

The Dancing House or Fred and Ginger is the nickname given to the Nationale Nederlanden Bldg.

This little shop below Charles Bridge stands out for its wooden marionettes handmade by local and regional artisans.

The streets are alive with music

Her first Mother's Day... Su primer Día de la Madre...

 

"If you think I'm cute you should see my twin..."

LITTLE BRUNO

PHOTOSHOOTING FEBRUARY 9, 2013

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Little Eric didn't feel much like posing, although he wanted you to see his nuki nuki

and his little hand resting on mom's lap.

"A pet is never truly forgotten until it is no longer remembered." - Lacie Petitto