Prague in the Czech Republic

There is something about the first moment when I see a new city; we arrived at 4:30 in the morning on a Saturday. It was dark, it was snowing as we drove through abandoned streets, not a single car, not a single person, into Old Town where our hotel is located.

These buildings each has a novel inside it, just from the facade without even walking into a hallway.

We had breakfast, Iwent to sleep for two hours, and then I was drawn out of bed and onto the streets.

Prague is a city that was never bombed, so it is medival in architecture. Even the Soviets respected the aesthetic of the city. Each building is unique with statuary, murals on some, metal work, a wooden door. In just an hour, I shot over 65 images. In an hour, I was freezing, because it is cold, chilling to the bone, windy, but so beautiful, so full of a history that remains unknown to me.

I came back to the hotel for another sweater and went out again, walked across the Charles Bridge to the Lesser City, wandered with our friends up and down streets, just taking in the age of everything.

So Hillary is going to be Secretary of State. I wonder how Bill will be kept in check.

So it feels OK to be an American here again. People are excited despite the economic disaster that is spreading all around. The whole world is hoping that this mortal man will succeed.