Showing posts with label tram. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tram. Show all posts

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Woman and her Dog

We were at a tram stop this morning and couldn't help but notice this woman and her Greyhound. Besides the remarkable tattoo on her back, I noticed that her shirt reads "Czech Republic Coursing Team". (click on the photo to see it larger) Intrigued I snapped the photo and looked it up on the internet. Turns out that coursing is a kind of dog racing on natural terrain.

Monday, July 29, 2013

Hammered Glass Tram Stop

There are few panes of hammered glass left in the windows in the apartment we are renting. But the one window provides the most delightful reflection of the street. Click on the picture to see it in more detail. There is something about the hammered waves in the glass that makes the reflection shimmer that enhances the action around the tram stop. (I considered snapping a photo of a horde of tourists coming down the street en route to the castle, but the leader didn't carry an umbrella and so it seemed lacking in character. Waiting for a red tram seemed the better alternative.)

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I spy a tramvaj

We said goodbye to Prague - this year. But the people and personality of this hauntingly romantic city have wrapped around our hearts and I don't doubt that we will return again next year. Red-tiled rooftops, red trams and red cheeks from uphill walking are just a few of my favorite things!

Sunday, August 21, 2011

I don't want to get lost

Riding my bicycle in New Jersey growing up, I wanted to get Lost. Because, of course, I had my fabulous street map in my back pocket waiting impatiently to be consulted. In Prague I have no desire to get lost outside the old city center, amongst the Soviet-era housing blocks, modern houses and everything in between. So I ride the tram.



Saturday we took the #22 towards Bila Hora. We got off randomly and walked through a little park into a neighborhood with small streets and houses. We met two friendly cats and spied a curious young child. Lovely, bright flower boxes punctuated old, sagging homes looking decrepit adjacent to modern ones with sharp lines. A quiet weekend to send children into their backyards to play.