The taxi slowly takes me through the old streets of Prague. “It seems not crowded,” I think, and very soon I realize that I was mistaken. After the first turn at the traffic lights, tourists rolled in several layers of clothes cross the street. They are talking about something cheerfully among themselves, but the words cannot be made out. A taxi driver in a terrible mixture of Czech and English gives me a tour, pointing at some houses, then at protruding spiers. Already in front of the hotel, he offers, if Madame wants, to show me the whole city by car for a reasonable price. Madam doesn’t want to. Madam has other plans. She has only three days to see Prague, and Madame doubts that she will have time to do everything she has planned in 3 days.
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