Praha.
It's about 6:30 in the morning in Prague and Mike and I just climbed the hill to the StVitus catherdal and the castle. On the way back, we crossed the Charles Bridge and found that we were the only people on the entire bridge. I nearly cried. I've never been so overwhelmed by sheer beauty. The lights of the city were reflected across the Vltava River, perfectly still, foggy, incredible. Today we met at Cafe Louvre, there since 1902 and an old hang out of Franz Kafka and Albert Einstein. The coffee was sub-par, but who cares?