not all who wander are lost (pt. 2) …

My final day in Prague, what to do? Well for starters, I was actually able to sleep in for once and took full advantage of it. It wouldn’t be till around 11am, that I finally managed to head out.

I had planned to meet up with a local later in the day, so I had a few hours to kill. I decided to explore the Jewish Quarter of Prague (Josefov), formerly known as the Jewish ghetto. Dating back to the 13th century, this area would serve as a forced home to the Jewish community. One of the main attractions here, is the Old Jewish Cemetery. Space was limited, so tombstone upon tombstone line the grounds. Unable to expand on the area, layers of dirt would be added, to house the remains. In other words, bodies are stacked upon bodies.



Near the cemetery is also the Jewish museum. Inside there is a memorial set up in remembrance of the Holocaust victims. The pictures below show the actual drawings designed by the children, that were held captive in the Terezín Ghetto. This spot served as a stopping point to the concentration and death camps in the east during World War 2. The final stop ultimately being Auschwitz. Another somber moment, to say the least.



An interesting thing occurred as I made my way back across the city, well at least I thought so. As I was perusing through the local street market, I overheard a conversation between a girl and a local vendor. She was struggling to communicate with the man, so having struggled myself earlier in the trip, I decided to help her out. She was a pretty girl from Israel, traveling solo. She needed some help finding a location. It just so happened this was one area I had been wanting to check out myself. The only problem was, I had a prior engagement to attend to. It was if the universe was dangling a carrot in front of me saying, if you just let go, the opportunity awaits. After a brief conversation, I helped her out to the best of my knowledge and we parted ways. Sadly, I forgot her name!

I met up with my acquaintance shortly after and she took me to a few locations I hadn’t been to yet. One of them being the John Lennon Wall. A magnificent piece of artwork, it represents not only a memorial to John Lennon and his ideas for peace, but also a monument to free speech and the non-violent rebellion of Czech youth against the regime. We couldn’t have timed the visit any better, because a man was playing his acoustic guitar in front of it, as we arrived.

John Lennon Wall




We continued our way back through the city over the Charles Bridge. Here she recommended I make a wish on one of the statues that adorn the structure. Many of the people crossing do it, so I figured why not. What was my wish? That’s my little secret! Did it come true? I believe so! She took me to the opposite side of the city, where we enjoyed a spectacular view minus the congestion of old town square, while eating, as she pronounced kay-bobs. We parted ways shortly after.


Since it was my last night in Prague, I decided to go out for a bit and have some beers. I spent a short amount of time at the bar that had been closed the previous evening, but just wasn’t feeling it. On the way back to my room, I would cross the Charles Bridge for one last time. As I walked across, I was reminded of the scene I had seen a few days earlier by a group of girls. There were a few homeless people out that evening, so I decided to stop at the local market and pick up some food and drinks. I left the goods near them as they graciously said děkuju (thank you.) A few people turned their heads to see what I was doing, and I can only hope that I had left a small impression on them, as the young group of girls had left on me. For the first time in a while, my heart finally began feeling open again.

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