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Wednesday |
| Josh and I had a big long walk today which started with the intention of visiting the miniature museum but we couldn't find it; maybe it was too small. Everywhere we looked there was something to look at. It was as if people once had time to devote to craft. The cathedral was crowded with loud-talking tourists and I had to be reminded to take off my hat. In the mirror maze, a busload of senior citizens laughed like children. Petrin was covered with fruit trees from which, presumably, anyone could eat; the wealth of a nation is meas- ured by what it gives its lowest in- habitants. One could spend a life- time documenting Prague's amazing statues and never get the job done because they keep adding 'em. We watched pigeons fuck and saw a dead rat lapped by the river. On Vysehrad, restaurant Rio looked bad (avoid Astroturf carpets) but the usual pub was not yet open for the season. People trust me with their cameras; after photographing an Asian tourist, we lucked upon a hospoda where people smoked pot and everyone was young. We drank magic eyes--green liqueur shots dropped in beer--and by the time we levitated out of there even the big highway nearby was looking aesthetic. Someone turned a treadmill in an illuminated apartment window. We walked all the way to Pizza Kmotra because we'd been walking all day so why stop? It was just one of those days--you couldn't find fault. |
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