If the city of Prague were a woman, there would soon be heard the little pitter-patter of suburbs running down the hallway in my flat.

I don’t think I can adequately convey my feelings about this place. Is Prague my hot mistress, or the kindred spirit I have sought all my whole life who has got me stopping by pawn shop windows looking at antique wedding rings? I am now actively planning the duration so that I can live half my life in America, and the other half in Prague.

I cross the pond in June, for California, where I will host our Fifth Annual Writers and Creatives Reunion in Oceanside. (As I can confirm the date, I will let you know. This year we are going to limit attendance to under a hundred.) Then I head north to the ‘Cow (Moscow, for the the uninitiated), and then, according to desire and plan, back to Prague, where I can be self-supportive, editing my clients who are still in America.  (By the way, I have two active clients at the moment, and have room for two more.  Send me an email if you have a project to discuss)

In the meantime, here are a few random pictures to help you understand why I am so enamelled–OOPS!  enamored of this place.

moderate California traffic:

rush hour outside my fav Prague pub:


theater in America  Admission Price?  An arm an a leg and your first born child, all to watch Tomb Raider
Theater in Prague. Admission price for full symphony? 6 bucks USD (less for students)

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