We crashed and spent the next day - our last - sticking fairly close to the hotel. My parents and I went to Wenceslas Square, and along the way stopped at Lucerna Palace to see the famous sculpture before moving on to the square itself:
On the square (sort of) was the Museum of Communism, which was basically a fic writer's treasure-trove. I want to write all of the Steve/Bucky based on some of this stuff:
That did it for my mom, who was worn out, so we dropped her at the hotel with my brother, and my dad and I went to check out the "Dancing Building," aka "Fred and Ginger": (Ginger has a couple of whales under her skirt for reasons that elude me.) While there, I dodged a very pretty and very friendly TV reporter looking to interview someone ON-CAMERA in English. Turn the camera off and I'll talk all day, lady, but she needed the tape for something or the other, so no dice. On our way back, I saw Pythagoras figuring out how he would eat a Reese's, and then imagined the face you all must be wearing now:
We went out to the local Irish pub as the best place to watch the UEFA Champions League match in a smoke-free environment, did it, got up at 3 am, and flew home.
And I'm DONE! No more travel, no more pictures EVER . . . until November.
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