The city wraps its arms around you and welcomes you to walk its streets. Timeless and untouched by modern war, it is a holiday weekend to the 18th century. To sit on the edge of the main square, near where Kafka was born, and look across to the ham man minding Prague Ham on the spit, is to look across time itself; to walk the streets of the Jewish ghetto and visit the Spanish Synagogue and learn of the genesis of Golem; to sit in a cafe, enjoying a…
