hořovice, czech republic
Still buried under piles of photos from my three weeks spent in the Czech Republic. Editing is a joyful but tedious task! Here are some selects from my trip to a small town, Hořovice, about an hour by train outside the city.
We left from the Praha Train Station just north of Wenceslas Square …
… the station is a strange and delightful blend of Art Deco meets scary 1980’s architecture.
The trains wowed me with how colorful and rustic they are …
Hořovice itself is quiet, with a sense of detachment from the rest of the world, even though it sits in the heart of Europe. Even though the town has survived wars and occupation, it seems exactly the same as it had always been, as if time had never quite caught up with it…..or it had never caught up with time.
While heading back to the train station in Hořovice, quite suddenly a massive thunderstorm broke open the sky. Taking shelter in a little cafe at the bottom of the hill (and still obsessively shooting out the window), I stopped long enough to eat this fabulously Czech meal and smile in wonder at the glops of rain …
After the storm and all of it’s magical fury passed, it was onward and forward to the train station …
After waiting 10 minutes or so …
… the train arrived to carry us back on rattly rails to Prague …
As the train sat on the tracks in the town of Beroun, we were told the storm had uprooted a tree and thrown it across the tracks, halting all service. We piled off into the streets of Beroun, unsure of when we would be able to return to Prague.
… so as usual, I entertained myself in the midst of uncertainty by snapping a few photos …
After just a couple hours, it was time to hop back on the train.
We finally got moving again and headed back into Praha, just as the sun was beginning to slide out of the sky.
