“The streets of Prague were a fantasia scarcely touched by the twenty-first century… It was a city of alchemists and dreamers, its medieval cobbles once trod by golems, mystics, invading armies. Tall houses glowed goldenrod and carmine and eggshell blue, embellished with Rococo plasterwork and capped in roofs of uniform red. Baroque cupolas were the soft green of antique copper, and Gothic steeples stood ready to impale fallen angels. The wind carried the memory of magic, revolution, violins, and the cobbled lanes meandered like creeks. Thugs wore Mozart wigs and pushed chamber music on street corners, and marionettes hung in windows, making the whole city seem like a theater with unseen puppeteers crouched behind velvet.”
Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone
I only found the above quote recently and, aside from now really wanting to read that novel, it pretty much sums up what I love about Prague. This is a city that has an almost other-worldly quality to it. It has insanely beautiful buildings, like those in Vienna, but here they have a distinct bohemian feel – with such intricate details on windows and balconies, and artwork all over the walls. Everywhere you walk, you stumble across unexpected little discoveries – of art, music, history or culture – and they are tucked away in little laneways, or behind unassuming doorways, or even overhead.