I was always excited to see Prague. But I never expected to fall in love.
It was absolutely amazing to have my lovely Libertine as my tour guide for those last 4 days, but it didn’t feel like it was enough. And boarding the plane back to Paris for a weekend of debauchery didn’t feel as exciting as it should’ve been after the bliss of Prague. Of course once again it was great to see my friends, some that I’d seen a couple of weeks before but hadn’t spent enough time with, or those I hadn’t meet up with yet.
“A friend of mine says that tourists go to Paris for the historical and romantic effect, but in truth what they are looking for is in Prague.” I could not agree with you more Lib.
How is it possible to feel so at ease in a city where I don’t even speak the language? And don’t tell me it’s because I’m on holidays. I was on holidays in Paris and I can tell you this for free: I did not feel at ease at all. And for the first time, it actually crossed my mind to question whether I’d be happier elsewhere than in Australia. Seriously. That’s how much I am in love with this city.
It didn’t help (or in fact did help, depending from what point of view you are looking at) that Lib’s friends are freaking creative and have a gazillion projects lined up. And none seem impossible. So I just… had to know… I needed to go back. But this time, not as a tourist with a personal guide, but with a creative agenda in mind.
I wanted a tiny taste of that bohemian lifestyle. Gliding in between the pale colored buildings with just a camera in hand, spending long creative hours at the hidden Dobra Trafika Café, having endless debates about religion and romance around a glass of Berecherovka before realising it’s 2 am and I want to do it all over again the next day.