After (or was it before?) my entries yesterday (or was it the day before?), I headed across the Charles Bridge, and up to Prague Castle. My feet hurt and I was tired, and there was just too much to see. Lord (who?) knows how I managed to enjoy myself thoroughly by taking in the history and beauty (despite history’s excess – is it any different now, I wonder?).
I had meant to go out and see some of the Prague Biennale today but three things stopped me: 1. am feeling a little ill and do not want a relapse; 2. must… write… paper; and 3. when i went to meet nicole, she had already gone.
She will get a Stern talking to (just call me no-puns-hell).
