There Once Was a Small Town in Germany

Arriving by train, from the south along the Rhine, my sister and I slowly and gently approach Bad Honnef, where we spent some formative years as teenagers. A return to this small town 10 km south of Bonn beneath the Siebengebirge range (Seven hills) always warrants nostalgic thoughts and confirms current identities. Still beautiful, theseContinue reading “There Once Was a Small Town in Germany”

An early evening and morning in Prague

I arrive in Prague off the 19:10 train and feel its closeness already: a green area of grass growing alongside the length of the station greets travelers right out of the one set of front doors (no multiple entry/exit doors which can lead a new comer into a puzzling maze of city streets), dotted withContinue reading “An early evening and morning in Prague”