Klára elbowed Pavel. "Better?"
Pavel never understood why tourists only photographed the astronomical clock. To him, the soul of Prague wasn't in the mechanical apostles, but in the zahrádka —the tiny garden patios spilling out onto the cobblestones, where the real clock was measured in pints of Pilsner. czechbitch com
"Alright," he said. "But I'm picking the seats." Klára elbowed Pavel
He took a deep breath. The air tasted of hops and possibility. czechbitch com