Monday, October 3, 2022

forty thousand steps

started my first morning in prague with a run through the old town. I shared the bridge with just the pigeons and a number of committed wannabe influencers posing for shots before the crowds stirred into their Sunday morning hangovers and onto the streets.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1Xs7ytx3UMAQ70Jub5wViwEOFUjHAcv8O
in the early hours the city looked as though it might live in a fairytale.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1JVrjuzIaImi8qcc0G9u7hmcJSgbxTojQ
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1fbpEZaZrqEG_kE4iE0lbQFmOcupoW_Hxhttps://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1D5A-ke3ZzJyTfsLVMiuG77sudYrOOq9k
in the main square I took an immediate liking to the Jan Hus memorial statue, a symbol of resisting oppression installed for permanent display as a reminder of the country’s perseverance through hardship. the spectrum of emotions on the faces of each figure in the monument is amazing.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1bCIBI0lwcCQCzfgEWqR2YNH8PMdOd470
after napping, I set out on my own art trail to find the installations of contemporary sculptor David Cerny, a master of political commentary through art. I enjoyed exploring the city this way, admiring the historical lanes and scenery in my pursuit of contemporary monuments.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1qxQzgC44Gnn9nVjZRbr_VKGM0adegQm2
a former leader(?) of the country (I don’t remember) in a mall.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=16RHU0I02yJOYCNuqClafHsgI3nPUV7iV
Sigmund Freud.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=14DQ0iZx3bmlDYQsA8DR6AbY525UuIjJ_
a fan favourite, fondly known as ‘piss’.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=17nPoeMWUsdLByc3YAwLmZUOJA7bXhJX_
embryo.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1-6nDtfG8LX778jHIu1vPR2DhsDMc_gjF
babies (my favourite so far). more for me to find tomorrow.
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1xGXEHHFsVsqHR1ZvTJsX2dLtULcDp_qe
goulash for dinner - an absolute treat! managed to watch the astronomical clock chime on the hour at 9.

I have another day to spend here tomorrow. thinking of finding a gallery to visit, although I might take it slowly and spend some time reading or writing. missing home but grateful for this time to be with and get to know myself again. <<

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