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Prague, early morning in mid-summer. Nobody about, apart from a bus-load of Japanese with their Nikons and tripods, waiting for a dawn shot on the Charles Bridge (they didn’t get it - just before dawn their bus returned to whisk them off to their next selfie. I expected hara-kiri all round). It seemed I had Prague to myself until I turned a corner and found a waitress laying out tables for breakfast. Before she got round to this corner, I grabbed the shot: half an hour later it would have been impossible. 
A memorable start to the day: I’d also managed to get the dawn shot at the bridge that the Japanese guys had missed, plus a low-angle shot of the golden face of Prague’s famous Astronomical Clock, illuminated by a shaft of equally golden sunlight slanting across the rooftops of the Old Town. The Old Town Hall itself, in which the clock is set, was still gloomy from night. By then I was hungry, but the cafe didn’t open for another hour.
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Prague, early morning in mid-summer.
Nobody about, apart from a bus-load of
Japanese with their Nikons and tripods,
waiting for a dawn shot on the Charles
Bridge (they didn’t get it - just before dawn
their bus returned to whisk them off to their
next selfie. I expected hara-kiri all round). It
seemed I had Prague to myself until I turned
a corner and found a waitress laying out
tables for breakfast. Before she got round to
this corner, I grabbed the shot: half an hour
later it would have been impossible.
A memorable start to the day: I’d also
managed to get the dawn shot at the bridge
that the Japanese guys had missed, plus a
low-angle shot of the golden face of Prague’s famous Astronomical Clock, illuminated by
a shaft of equally golden sunlight slanting across the rooftops of the Old Town. The Old
Town Hall itself, in which the clock is set, was still gloomy from night. By then I was
hungry, but the cafe didn’t open for another hour.
Prague, early morning in mid-summer. Nobody about, apart from a bus-load of Japanese with their Nikons and tripods, waiting for a dawn shot on the Charles Bridge (they
didn’t get it - just before dawn their bus returned to whisk them off to their next selfie. I expected hara-kiri all round). It seemed I had Prague to myself until I turned a corner
and found a waitress laying out tables for breakfast. Before she got round to this corner, I grabbed the shot: half an hour later it would have been impossible.
A memorable start to the day: I’d also managed to get the dawn shot at the bridge that the Japanese guys had missed, plus a low-angle shot of the golden face of Prague’s
famous Astronomical Clock, illuminated by a shaft of equally golden sunlight slanting across the rooftops of the Old Town. The Old Town Hall itself, in which the clock is set,
was still gloomy from night. By then I was hungry, but the cafe didn’t open for another hour.
Prague, early morning in mid-summer.
Nobody about, apart from a bus-load of
Japanese with their Nikons and tripods,
waiting for a dawn shot on the Charles Bridge
(they didn’t get it - just before dawn their bus
returned to whisk them off to their next selfie.
I expected hara-kiri all round). It seemed I
had Prague to myself until I turned a corner
and found a waitress laying out tables for
breakfast. Before she got round to this corner,
I grabbed the shot: half an hour later it would
have been impossible.
A memorable start to the day: I’d also
managed to get the dawn shot at the bridge
that the Japanese guys had missed, plus a
low-angle shot of the golden face of Prague’s famous Astronomical Clock, illuminated by
a shaft of equally golden sunlight slanting across the rooftops of the Old Town. The Old
Town Hall itself, in which the clock is set, was still gloomy from night. By then I was
hungry, but the cafe didn’t open for another hour.

A Prague cafe

Prague, early morning in mid-summer. Nobody about, apart from a bus-load of Japanese with their Nikons and tripods, waiting for a dawn shot on the Charles Bridge (they didn’t get it - just before dawn their bus returned to whisk them off to their next selfie. I expected hara-kiri all round). It seemed I had Prague to myself until I turned a corner and found a waitress laying out tables for breakfast. Before she got round to this corner, I grabbed the shot: half an hour later it would have been impossible. 
A memorable start to the day: I’d also managed to get the dawn shot at the bridge that the Japanese guys had missed, plus a low-angle shot of the golden face of Prague’s famous Astronomical Clock, illuminated by a shaft of equally golden sunlight slanting across the rooftops of the Old Town. The Old Town Hall itself, in which the clock is set, was still gloomy from night. By then I was hungry, but the cafe didn’t open for another hour.
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