gak:
Took 41 years but I completed the lyrics to the chorus to M's Pop Music. New York, London, Paris, ____: everybody talking.
gak:
Love all the streets named after composers, like ol'Ludwig Van here.
gak:
Get lost, find cool buildings.
gak:
I have big friends about to go on trips.
gak:
A spire.
gak:
More pines for old dogs.
gak:
Angelic doorknobs proclaim.
gak:
Picture the human face, stamped all over you like a boot, forever.
gak:
Die Dürer hüd.
gak:
Mood aubergine.
gak:
Next visit needs to happen when these biergartens are open outside, dammit.
gak:
My doodle game is weak compared to this one master on my team. So metal.
gak:
This shiny thing.
gak:
I should've cut out work earlier to go inside an old building that didn't serve beer. Like that one.
gak:
Kauppatori.
gak:
Praha, at long last. This should be mi-t-fine.
gak:
A+ stool, would plant butt on again. Kitchens close early in this hood so I went Belgian.
gak:
Leaping cats, the Easter market thrives.
gak:
Old Prague.
gak:
Western digs.
gak:
Arch to incline.
gak:
Summer awaits.
gak:
Lilacs over Vltava.
gak:
Spinny Kafka.
gak:
Architecture about dancing.
gak:
Crawling round my memory...
gak:
Good King Wenceslas looked out, from his dead horse Stephen.
gak:
Always forgive action.
gak:
Paging M Gustave H.
gak:
Easter & Europe go much better than those pigeons & people.
