There and back again

I am just back from a holiday. Home is where the unwashed coffee cups are.

The furthest point of our travels, logistically and psychologically at least, was Prague.

On the Charles Bridge there is a bronze statue with outreaching hands which have been rubbed golden from the touch of visitors intending to return. It’s a pennies-in-the-fountain kind of thing and hardly unique to Prague – there is a pig in Florence copied in some other cities, and a monkey in Heidelberg.

Up the the hill at the castle, others have taken a different approach.

One Response to “There and back again”

  1. Victor Says:

    Indeed they have.

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