There is something that fascinates me about Charles Bridge in Prague. The beauty of the bridge itself and the outlines of the city beyond it has the air of mystery and romance that leaves me mesmerized although I guess that it looks totally different in reality, in the daytime overcrowded with noisy tourists....
I found this description in a third-rate gothic novel....the novel was really bad but it was worth spending half an hour of my time just to find these lines:
The blackened statues, as I passed under their blank gaze, along the unending bridge, with their ancient garments and their saintly crowns, seemed to me the real inhabitants and owners of this place, while the busy, trivial men and women, hurrying to and fro, were a swarm of ephemeral visitants infesting it for a day.
(Lifted veil - George Eliot)
I've got this postcard from a friend. It used to be my favorite postcard of Prague until I got the previous one.
Почерневшие статуи святых в старинных венцах и одеждах, под пустыми взглядами которых я проходил по бесконечно длинному мосту, казались мне подлинными обитателями и владельцами сего места. А толпы куда-то спешаших обычных мужчин и женщин представлялись роем крохотных эфимерных созданий, населивших город на один единственный день.
(Приоткрытая завеса - Джордж Элиот)
My third favorite postcard showing Prague and one of my very first
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