I climb the 138 wooden steps to the Tower’s gallery, and find spectacular views of the city, castle, and river. Akin to the guards of old, protecting their beloved city from invaders, I watch over Praha.
From my vantage point, the city of 1,000 spires opens itself to me like young love. The sound of music wafts up the tower from the bridge below. I search for the sound, and see a street vendor far below. The sight is too intriguing, so I rush down the steps and back across the bridge.
The hand cranked organ and jovial clapping monkey sidekick sum up my feelings perfectly. I hear my sister’s laugh through the heavens, shouting the words “Joy!”.