It's Astronomical.

I thought I had this city down pat. But you'd be surprised how one can still manage to get lost on the same streets on a regular basis. Over the past 48 hours, I feel like all I have done (along with my fellow comrades) is walked, trammed, and metroed around in circles (well horizontal lines for the metros) in attempt to reach a planned destination. I'm not going to lie, it's been a bit stressful, especially because I wouldn't say Prague is that hard of a city to navigate, but I understand it's part of the experience.

Friday morning, however, me and two of my roommates did reach our destination successfully- not that it was that hard considering it is right next to school. We went to look at the John Lennon Wall. Basically, it is a big graffiti wall, started as a memorial after Lennon's death in 1980, where the Prague youth spoke their minds in regard to political issues facing what was then Czechoslovakia. Obviously, the wall has changed several times since the eighties, as graffiti has covered graffiti, but here is an idea of what it looks like today:
Notice a sculpture of Lennon's head in the top left corner:One of the persisting jokes lately is the fact that no matter where you are attempting to go in Prague, somehow you always end back up at Old Town Square. I guess if the city had a center, this could very well be it, as it is the location of several of Prague's biggest attractions including the Astronomical Clock. Every hour, thousands of tourists seem to gather in front of this clock to watch as the figures around the clock move, each representing a different thing that was despised during the time of the clock's making: greed, vanity, death, and infidel Turks (yeah, this one doesn't seem to fit with the others). You can also watch the 12 apostles move about on the hour as well.

This to me is one of the craziest things that I walk by almost daily, mostly due to the fact that the oldest part of the clock was built in the early 1400s:
Yesterday, Allie and I wound up in New Town and stopped to look at a photo exhibit that was randomly displayed on the street. Nearby was this building, from which you could hear somebody playing piano from the top left window.
Now, there's no way of telling, but I got the impression the hidden player was an elderly widow woman, who now seeks comfort through her music. Just a guess, of course. Something about the choppiness of "her" playing made it so beautiful and intriguing. I could have sat and listened to "her" attempt to play Cannon all day.

Today was by far the coldest day we've had in Prague. It was a brisk 50 something-degree day, which I couldn't have been happier about. Finally, it is appropriate to wear all those sweaters I stocked up on coming here!