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.

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.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?