From Munich, we caught a train to Prague. Had a few days there – cheaper than Western Europe, and ’twas pretty cool. Czech people appear to have quite a grim sense of humour. But anyhow, on with the show…
The author Franz Kafka is from Prague. This sculpture is reflective of a dream where he was being followed by a huge, headless man, and decided to pop up on his shoulders. Pretty cool, but you have to wonder why you would do that.
This is one of the tube stations there – very Dr Who.