For those of you who think that involves merely fresh water smells of trout and river mud, carpets of violets and a sun like a dollop of warm lemon curd surrounded by clouds of meringue – you’re not entirely wrong. Prague is like that most every spring and I highly recommend a visit in April or May. It’s better than Paris – honest (except for the food). And you won’t have to deal with the French (I actually like the French; I just enjoy a good joke at their expense).
In the spring of 1968 – what’s known as THE Prague Spring – Prague was like that, too.
In historical terms, The Prague Spring was a brief time of freedom from Soviet tyranny. It was everything that Spring promises…
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