Our visit to the Prague Castle was beautiful, the rain kept people away and we felt like we had the place to ourselves. By 3pm we felt like two ducks so we decided to make it an early finish to the day.
We are heading out early today to visit more of the sights here as the rain seems to be holding off.
The sights we've seen brought to mind a childhood poem that I love, the beautiful land on Nod by Ella Wilcox
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from here
To the beautiful land of Nod.
Away from life’s hurry, and flurry, and worry,
Away from earth’s shadows and gloom,
To a world of fair weather we’ll float off together
Where the roses are always in bloom.
Just shut up your eyes, and fold your hands,
Your hands like the leaves of a rose,
And we will go sailing to those fair lands
That an atlas never shows.
On the North and the West they are bounded by rest,
On the South and the East by dreams;
‘Tis the country ideal, where nothing is real,
But everything only seems.
Just dropp down the curtains of your dear eyes,
Those eyes like a bright blue-bell,
And we will sail out under starlit skies
To the land where the fairies dwell.
Down the river of sleep our barque shall sweep,
Till it reaches the mystical isle
Which no man has seen, but where all have been,
And there we will pause for awhile.
I will croon you a song as we float along,
To that shore that is blessed of God,
Then ho! for that fair land, we’re off for that rare land,
That beautiful Land of Nod.
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from here
To the beautiful land of Nod.
Away from life’s hurry, and flurry, and worry,
Away from earth’s shadows and gloom,
To a world of fair weather we’ll float off together
Where the roses are always in bloom.
Just shut up your eyes, and fold your hands,
Your hands like the leaves of a rose,
And we will go sailing to those fair lands
That an atlas never shows.
On the North and the West they are bounded by rest,
On the South and the East by dreams;
‘Tis the country ideal, where nothing is real,
But everything only seems.
Just dropp down the curtains of your dear eyes,
Those eyes like a bright blue-bell,
And we will sail out under starlit skies
To the land where the fairies dwell.
Down the river of sleep our barque shall sweep,
Till it reaches the mystical isle
Which no man has seen, but where all have been,
And there we will pause for awhile.
I will croon you a song as we float along,
To that shore that is blessed of God,
Then ho! for that fair land, we’re off for that rare land,
That beautiful Land of Nod.
Enjoy the photos,
Signing off.
D&C
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| A hotel well protected |
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| Wet... but enjoying every minute of it |
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| Just a normal street in Prague |
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| Ce just signed the papers for our new house |
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| A tough job |
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| A lack of tourists... we love it |
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| Yip... it's raining again |
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| It would be worth a trip to Prague just to visit this church |
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| The entrance to the Cathedral |
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| Inside the Cathedral |
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| We had a coffee and a warm brandy in the yellow building |
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| Just another minor detour |
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| Prague from a height |
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| While walking down to the Castle |
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| The Castle itself |
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| The rat is officially drowned |
We have been enjoying the trip vicariously through your photos, sans the rain. Nice way to travel LOL. Enjoy the last leg of your journey, look forward to the commentary when your back. Love J & L
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