PRAGUE, THE CITY OF THE ONE HUNDRED TOWERS, OF THE ONE HUNDRED BRIDGES AND OF THE ONE HUNDRED AND MORE EMOTIONS THAT CAN GIVE ITS MAGIC
A melting pot of mystery and stories worthy of the best fantasy films which makes it a city that I saw veiled like a fairytale village with lots of princesses, infantrymen, horses and kings, its spooky trees (in winter) that intertwine their gnarled and curled branches in the changing sky that goes from the shades of light blue to those of gray smoke in a few minutes.
Golden Lane / Golden Lane
It is not as anxious as most of the big cities, everything is spontaneous and with a quick slowness that pampers.
You do not feel disoriented, it manages to reassure you and make you feel no stranger. A place where shapes and outlines are always new and all different; design of different eras and styles do not fight each other and with aesthetics, but they coexist peacefully not coming into conflict.
Walking through its streets (you can move perfectly and comfortably by feet to fully appreciate that seduction that manages to exercise) can rediscover the beauty that too many times we take for granted.
The churches everywhere, the Romanesque and gruesome undergrounds at the same time, the dark Gothic style, the palaces and the Baroque gardens, the frivolity of the Liberty buildings, the bright colors of the pastel-colored houses and the singularity of Cubist architecture make it a city unique in the world.
It seems as if someone had vehemently abducted all the beauty and style of European cities and scattered them on the surface of the city randomly and sometimes, the things done casually and instinctively are the ones that succeed best.
Its beauty lies in the sensations it is capable of transmitting; the first, fundamental for me, was to immediately notice great order and cleanliness. An unimaginable cleaning even in the public bathrooms and in the subway stops.
Do not consider me a racist, but unfortunately I have also been trapped in the deception of prejudice; In my mind Prague was a country of the east, beautiful as long as you want, but badly held, trafficked by cars, scraps and dirt everywhere and with great lack of hospitality typical of the harshness of the cold countries.