There's a many-spired, view-giving, red-tiled, antennae-sprouting whole world above Prague. We saw it on friend Mr. TyVole's birthday, as he rented a rooftop to celebrate - and laced it with caution tape and balloons so no one would get too near the edge.
As the sun set and the balloons twirled in breeze, we noticed how serene the top of the city is, especially when juxtaposed with the industry and tourism beneath. And it's worth looking from bottom to top; there are 900 years of architecture in this city that has been literally untouched by natural disasters or war. It's no wonder this place is nicknamed "The City of a Thousand Spires"!
Peanut butter cookies, good friends and an unfathomably cool view. Paradise.
Oh, and happy belated birthday, Mr. TyVole!
Mrs. TyVole made a Bacchus-esque spread of Czech finger food, save for the homemade peanut butter cookies; those tasted like home to us. Sure enough, she'd gotten the recipe from a Californian friend.
As the sun set and the balloons twirled in breeze, we noticed how serene the top of the city is, especially when juxtaposed with the industry and tourism beneath. And it's worth looking from bottom to top; there are 900 years of architecture in this city that has been literally untouched by natural disasters or war. It's no wonder this place is nicknamed "The City of a Thousand Spires"!
Peanut butter cookies, good friends and an unfathomably cool view. Paradise.
Oh, and happy belated birthday, Mr. TyVole!
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