One of the pleasures of visiting a foreign city is merely wandering aimlessly around. These pictures were taken the Castle side of the Charles Bridge.
We did not take a boat trip despite the spiffy uniform of the crew member. We did not attach a lock to the fence by the river.
We did observe the creepers turning fall-like
and the poor statue who had lost half her face
and the statue of calm and tranquillity.
The Charles Bridge in the distance.
A fine day for walking
seeing reflections of willow branches rather Corot-like
and the closed up picnic umbrellas.
More of the same
and more reflections.
We are now back in New York...
