What, You've Never Been?

Prauge in winter is generally unassuming, drab and gray ... until it snows. When it snows, "Prague at once becomes a little old-world town all countrified and old-fashioned, quaintly baroque," in the words of Karel Capek. "Even the Vltava does not move; the tram tinkles like a sledge ... Then when the moon shines on it all, what happens cannot even be expressed: Prague crouches down and makes herself quite little; she holds her breath; the snow rings like glass under-foot, the roofs press themselves down to the ground, everything huddles together icily, and it is so light, so strangely light ..." Sorry for the stock photo and quote-heavy post, but I'm far too agog to write anything at the moment. Personal photos and coherent descriptions of Prague Castle, the Mucha "museum" and other delights to follow.