...well for shadows and reflections. If I said I considered this to be a problem, I would be lying. It's a love affair for the ages. One for the books, the photo books.
It's certainly true that the best times you can have are when surrounded by friends. And no where is there an atmosphere better suited to this particular hang-out world than the pub culture that permeates the Czech Republic. It may be freezing and dark outside (as it is a good portion of the year there) but inside, downstairs, and/or in the back corners of some of the county's most unique restaurants you can find friends, food and frothy cheer in enough plenty to set even the coldest of hearts aglow.
One year ago on this precise holiday, I was walking the streets of Prague, wandering the Easter market in Old Town Square and avoiding willow whip armed boys. It's a Czech tradition for the boys of a town, armed with small braided willow whips, to playfully whip the girls in order to keep them young and beautiful. But don't worry ladies, we have our revenge later that night by dumping cold water on them while they are returning home from the bars.
