Today was sunny and less crowded in front of the tower. I got a better shot.

Stopped on the streets to listen to this group. Good group.

But here is the thing… look at the elderly gentleman sitting down stooping over his instrument.

What musical instrument is it?

It was percussion. It seemed to have a lot of rods in it. But they were making lot more bass noise than shriller ones. He had what looked like metal wraps in his fingers.

He was good. Really good. Got a lot of rhythm in the tunes.

Do you know what he was playing?

I have no idea what she was playing. Or what that instrument was.
But I sat down and listened for 10 minutes.
To my untrained ear, it sounded very mellifluous.

(I am a percussion person; never mastered the wind or stringed instruments)

The reason I ran here…

I decided to not go inside. First, I am not really that interested in old architecture or long dead people. Plus, I ran the risk of being a “recently dead people” with my stinking running gear amongst the finest dressed that Czechia had to offer.

So, I am in a city that was established in the Paleolithic age.

I am in the compound of what Guinness Book of World Records admits as the largest ancient castle.

I am in a continent where coffee is taken hot in a few ounces (none of your grande iced lattes, thank you very much!)

And there is an American Starbucks right here???

There is no justice in this world!!! 🙂

You can see the Charles Bridge and the rest of the Old Town

Needed to see the Castle. And needed to put in a run. Decided to put both of them together. Dodging those thousands of tourists on the street was no fun. Amongst all the well dressed folks walking up to the castle on a Sunday morning, I stuck out like a sore thumb in my sweaty running gear!

Locals are selling whatever they can. Tourists are swarming all over the place.