Sunday, April 13, 2008
One of the things I find charming about Prague is the tradition of regular folks -- usually from the country, it seems to me -- coming into the city to sell things from their gardens, often outside metro stations.
Little bouquets of wild flowers or grape hyacinth, freshly picked and daintily tied and wrapped in leaves of ivy. Bunches of daffodils. Stalks of pussy willows.
I caught up with these two friendly folks outside the metro station at Hradcanska. I bought a bunch of flowers from each to give as a gift.
I don't know their names, or where they're from, but they brightened my day, and I thank them.