Pink Charles

I'm sorry that my Prague blips haven't seen me straying far from the hotel and the vicinity of the Charles Bridge. It's partly because time hasn't permitted it and partly because there really hasn't seemed any reason to. Out this morning early for a short stroll before breakfast and a final swing of meetings before heading for the airport and home, I was much taken by the residual pink light of the dawn clinging to the walls of the castle, combined with a smidgeon of mist on the river.

It's been an intensive weekend, but ultimately a successful one.