I'll put my kaleidascope on and meet you by the river.

Prague is a curious city.
It is prettier than Berlin, though more slippery to define in head and heart.
Perhaps it is just me...
I feel a little as if I were in a dream right now.
We saw a drop-dead amazing film last night, called "Once."
Do see, do see...if my instincts are right, it will stir slash inspire you in a powerful way.
I was left saddened, and strangely hopeful.
The book I am tearing through at present is also one thousand percent gem..."If On a Winter's Night a Traveler." It is keeping my mind sharpened and entranced.
The snaking smoke in cafes...bars...in the station...on the streets still startles me. It continues to seem so strange and foreign, but cigarettes are like gloves or earrings in this place...it is not merely a Europen cliche, but a complete truth, that more individuals than not are partial to the cigarette here. Oddly enough, I have never been less inclined to partake.
The espresso here is liquid pleasure. I am off to indulge, and then to take my feet to Prague Castle.
Tomorrow, a first taste of Vienna...
Carrying on, soldier-style,
but with a sense of wonder on my breath and in my blood,
Rebecca L.B.