Prague, with its Old World charm, is one of Europe’s most lovely cities. But she really shines after the sun goes down.
Wandering the winding cobblestone lanes, you take comfort in knowing you are being watched over every step of the way by ancient, stoic, stone saints.
Old Prague was a story-book city caked in grime: ancient, soot-blackened. History lived in every detail: in the deerstalker rooftops and the blue-sparking trams. He wandered the streets in disbelief, photographing everything…
___ Philip Sington