Downtown Smíchov

It's a short walk from H&K's flat to the centre of Smíchov from where you can get trams and metros to the peripheries of Prague. Although it is so familiar, it's such a different view than I have become used to. I wonder how the boys registered it all in their deep subconscious.

For me, the abrupt lines of urban living intruded boldly, reaching out and shepherding our path whether we liked it or not.

Pipes stretched up and along, leading nowhere.

Our great game with Gregor was to try and interpret the signs.

His favourite thing at home at the moment is to spot "Danger of Death" signs, currently being posted on every lamp post, it seems, and then have me explain why. Here is the Czech equivalent.

Finally something a little more appropriate.

Even Alastair enjoyed tow-truck pulling away the car for parking in the wrong place!