Three days alone in Prague
Three days alone in Prague is enough to make you want to kill yourself, you think, as if the thought had, for the first time, only just occurred to you. You’re standing in the shower, letting the hot water warm you even though you’ve already been warm for hours. Lying down in the overheated Airbnb for two that only you have occupied for as many nights as there were supposed to be people. Spending your last night inside instead of out exploring the city, to see what the jazz clubs have to offer or what might be up on the roof of the club just down the street. You’ve already crammed a lot in, haven’t you? And you do have many more days of outside to come. It’s because of the weather, you reason, back to defending the state of your brain. The cold biting chill of November when you’re dressed for Spain, and the city hasn’t quite reached Christmas but the frost has set in - even if the festive spirit hasn’t. You blame the baroque architecture, and the theatres on nea...