I bought something in Prague: a pillow! The best pillow I have ever slept on was waiting for me on my bed at the hotel. This is the pillow I would imagine the angels in heaven sleeping on, and now I own one!
Besides magical pillows, Prague envelopes you with centuries of thought, music and physical beauty. Tourists from everywhere and anywhere tread carefully, somehow realizing that history is present in every step. Tourists seem quieter than most other places (except for the Louvre), and Prague is clean...! Thousands of people, day in day out, and the city is clean.
Every city has its own aura: New York is busy, Paris is elegant, Amsterdam is a city of intrigue, London is surprising, Cape Town is breathtaking. Prague is compact and ethereal and quiet and stately and all of this resonates in the eyes of her beholders.
Now we are back home, trying to hold on to that "Prague" feeling, while mopping up the remains of a burst water tank and taking the carpets out to dry and welcoming the plumber with sheepish grins.
So, with a new pillow waiting, I bid you goodnight and good dreams.