Czech — Streets - Jana.wmv

This is Prague. Or maybe Brno. Or a small town where the main square still smells of linen and linden trees. It doesn’t matter.

Czech streets don’t rush. They wait. For rain. For evening. For someone like Jana to turn a corner and become part of their memory. CZECH STREETS - JANA.wmv

These streets don’t explain themselves. Neither does she. This is Prague

She stops by a wall faded the color of dried hops. Someone has chalked a heart — no initials. She doesn’t add hers. CZECH STREETS - JANA.wmv