I'll give you an instance of how an afternoon in Prague can work itself up
into something special, even from a dull start. It was a Friday. I had
finished a meeting at 2.30. It was wet and grey, but I suppose I should
point it was Good Friday. I was taking the cut through the old monastery
garden that gets one to the Wenceslas Square tramstops when I had an idea.
Instead of waiting forty minutes at Masaryk Station for my next train, I
could pop in to Our Lady of the Snows, the vast, tall monastic church,
across whose ancient garden I was now hurrying.