Our time in Prague was painted in shades of grey, with rain falling from the skies, and moments of light that made the city glow in a way only Prague can.
The rain didn’t let up much, but neither did our spirits. Armed with umbrellas and good walking shoes, we joined a tour that took us through the winding cobbled streets of the Old Town, past the powder black towers and into the heart of the city’s layered history. Prague’s blend of Gothic, Baroque, and Art Nouveau architecture stood proud against the dreary weather, and the intermittent breaks in the rain gave us just enough time to lift our hoods, take a few clear photos, and admire the city in all its textured, rain washed glory.
We found refuge not just in umbrellas, but in the many grand churches that dot the city. Each offered a moment of calm and dry warmth, as well as intricate beauty. Ornate altars, stained glass windows, and candlelit chapels gave us more than just shelter; they offered a glimpse into centuries of faith, art, and resilience.
Eventually, the rain softened, and we claimed a table at an outdoor café near the Astronomical Clock. Overhead heaters kept us warm as we sipped drinks and waited for the top of the hour. When it came, the clock performed its legendary mechanical dance; the apostles paraded past, the skeleton rang his bell, and the gathered crowd applauded beneath a sea of umbrellas. A truly iconic Prague moment.
As evening arrived, we boarded a river cruise along the Vltava. By then, the city lights had begun to sparkle,but not quite the show that Budapest had put on. The water mirrored Prague’s skyline; with arched bridges, softly lit buildings, and Prague Castle on its perch above the city. It was peaceful and picturesque, a quiet contrast to the earlier bustle and rain.
Tomorrow we head to Dresden for lunch before continuing on to Berlin. But even as we pack up, it’s clear that Prague, drenched, yet utterly beautiful, has left its mark.
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