First impressions of Prague in February

Prague in February is an interesting one: it doesn’t exude or radiate or affiliate itself with other interactive verbs that trigger a second set of enticing verbs such as yearning, belonging or welcoming. Instead it remains aloof and impersonal, frostily-but-not-quite encased in a sheath of ember that glows orange only during sunset.

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Taken on the Charles Bridge during sunset on day 2 (21/2/17). It was a cloudy day that sapped away all the sunshine. Rather representative of how I’ve been feeling during my time in Prague. The buildings are beautiful and pointy enough to tickle anyone’s fancy, but aloof in their beauty. [Olympus OM-D M10 with bundle lens | untouched]
The cobblestone streets are charming, and the ancient buildings are razor sharp in both architecture and the years they hold. Charles Bridge is lined with gargoyles and tourists and flanked by the river that cuts across the city like a silver ribbon. And between the denizens of this city, the travellers that hope to find something in the Prague air that will solidify their weary wanderlust souls, and the extraordinary fairytale-esque buildings that belong in a Tumblr posting with a hundred thousand reblogs, there is something incorrigible about Prague that mystifies and intrigues.

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Taken on the way up to the Petrin tower on day 1 (20/2/17). I was not in a good place that day, but looking down at the flurry of red roofs did incite an ember or two of excitement. [Olympus OM-D M10 | untouched]
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Taken during my walk by the river bank on day 2 (21/2/17) I think. I had to zoom in to get the buildings’ details in clearly, and the photo does not do it justice. [Olympus OM-D M10 | untouched]
I came to Prague because I wanted to walk along the city of spires and see if it struck that elusive note within me that would help anchor me down to a real and tangible place on earth that I could stake out as a possible refuge for when things back home get too chaotic and I need a break. I didn’t find what I was looking for here.

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Same day (21/2/17) as the first picture, also on the Charles Bridge. The street caricature artist reminded me of someone who I didn’t want to be reminded of, and that hurt more than I would’ve liked it to, because I wanted nothing more than to snap a quick picture with my iPhone and send it to them, but couldn’t. [Olympus OM-D M10 | untouched]
It’s not entirely Prague’s fault, really — I came here when my head was full of things that hadn’t been excised by time and late night rants yet because of their newness, and I meandered along the cobblestone streets like a wraith, the most raw facets of my being having been abruptly pulled up to the surface by the personal semi-tragedy that arrived in my inbox early Monday morning, ten hours after I landed in the airport.

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Also on day 2 on the Charles Bridge. There are lots of gargoyles that the ages have tinted black. If I were so historically inclined/motivated, I’d find out the actual stories behind them and revel in the depth of Paris, but…maybe on my next trip here. Not today. [Olympus OM-D M10 | untouched]
Prague as a whole seems to uphold a tradition that goes unsaid but is noticed by many of its visitors: there is aesthetic beauty in this city, and the storybook charm is definitely visible through the camera lens if that’s what you’re looking for; but the secrets of this city is locked away and invisible until you learn how to breathe the way that Prague wants you to breathe, and perfect the art of leaving your commonplace baggage behind in your hostel bed every morning when you force yourself out of bed because it’s a brand new city to explore and you really shouldn’t lounge around until noon.

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Taken during my walk by the riverside once again, on day 2. Notice the lack of sun, but the buildings are glowing golden nonetheless. If I got more sun, would I be less gloomy and more positively inclined? Who the hell knows. Zoomed in to high heavens again here. [Olympus OM-D M10 | untouched]

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