Bohemian music

It’s mid morning, one of the last days of 2012. I wander with eyes furtively glancing up, left then right and back and forth.
The architecture in Praha is mesmerizing.
This aimlessly walking takes me to my first European Christmas market.

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The smells wafting out from the booths entices one closer.
Breads, sweets, roasted meats.
Hot Wine calls out my name.

The streets become crowded as the day gets longer.
I sip the warmth and move to Old Town Square.
I find Bohemian musicians performing.

From the shoes to the sounds, Bohemia puts a temporary spell on me.
I feel happy.
It’s ironic that I write this on the day you died. Hope you like it.